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callawaypro
Thank you for the nice update.
Hope to read more.
Thanks for dropping by to read
Bro callawaypro
! Hope to update as frequently as possible
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Originally Posted by
denton
Nice updates TS, hope to read more.
Thanks
Bro denton
for following my updates
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Originally Posted by
Corangidae
Really nice updates. Hope to read more.
Hi
Bro Corangidae
! Glad you like my updates
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Originally Posted by
fanxiaoxia
Great storya nd hope to read more.
Thanks for the compliments
Bro fanxiaoxia
! Hope you also like the sound clips attached.
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Originally Posted by
SingJoongki
TS effort is really commendable!
Thanks
Bro SingJoongki
for your compliments. Your words encourages me to write even more!
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Originally Posted by
otamay
So nice and arousing updates, more please.
Hi
Bro otamay
! Arousing? How about the sound clips? Nice?
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Originally Posted by
zendra
Captivating as always!
Thank you
Bro zendra
for noticing! Hope to update more for you
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Yes this calls for more hot updates.
Yes
Bro diputs1269
! Hence, I have also included some clips. Hope you like ’em
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Sayang, are you love me?"
she asked.
“Of course,”
I replied.
I felt her vagina muscles contract. The sensation made me blow my load inside of her. Instinctively, I shouted out her name one last time as I emptied what seemed to be an eternity of cum into her,
“Sarwendah… Fuck! Ahhh!!!”
I felt my knees buckled and I had to hold on to to wall of my bathroom with one hand while the other was still on Wanda’s waist. This was, by far, the best orgasm I had.
After we both had our orgasm, Wanda stayed in prostrated in a doggie position until my cock became flaccid. Only then did she move away from it.. For the first time in a very long time, I felt my balls ache after ejaculation. I suppose it was because I had emptied myself one time too many over the short span of time. But Wanda was not finished with me.
“Let me wash you, Abang”
she cooed and she gently washed the accumulation of our love juice off my penis/ The tip of my penis felt sensitive as Wanda took care to clean it.
I enjoyed the sex with her so much that I forgot my original plan to send my son to class. It suddenly dawned to me that our love-making was too loud. Could my wife have heard us from the other room? I wanted to rush out to see but I also did not want Wanda to feel ‘bad’ about it.
I told Wanda to wait as I stepped out of the room first. My son was still in his school uniform and had earphones plugged in and seemed engrossed with his phone. I tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped in shock. Apparently, he had just got home from school. Feeling exhausted from the additional classes, he ‘bargained’ with em; he didn’t want to go to tuition that night. Feeling guilty, I decided to let him have the night off.
I then went to check on my wife. She seemed to be sleeping. The medication that she was put on seem to place her in some kind of ’limbo’. Recently, she seemed to be ‘in and out’ of consciousness. Seeing that she was still asleep, I nudged her lightly.
“I don’t want anything,”
was her reply,
“I just want to sleep.”
My son, on the other hand, wanted some KFC but he didn’t feel like going out with us to get it.
Seizing this opportunity to be alone with Wanda, I pretended to chide him about being ‘spoilt’ but left him at home to ’take care of his mother’ while Wanda and I got them dinner.
As soon as we felt we were ‘safe’, Wanda clung onto my left arm and placed her head on my shoulder.
“Just now you say; are you mean it?”
she wanted to know the things that I said during our throes of passion; whether I meant every word of it or was I just stringing her along?
I was puzzled by her question so I asked her what gave her such an impression? She told me that her former employer had also promised to take good care of her but in the end, he went back on his word.
Wait
just
a minute. Did she mentioned her former employer? Was that why her
former employer was looking for her
? This got me curious so I decided to probe further.
“Why would your former employer make such a promise?”
I genuinely sounded cross. I think jealous was a better word.
“Sayang, no angry to me!”
she implored,
“everything I tell to you. You are the only man I am give everything to. If you don’t want me anymore, I think I better die.”
she exclaimed.
Curiosity got the better of me and I gave her a chance to explain herself.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
“Just now you say; are you mean it?”
she wanted to know the things that I said during our throes of passion; whether I meant every word of it or was I just stringing her along?
I was puzzled by her question so I asked her what gave her such an impression? She told me that her former employer had also promised to take good care of her but in the end, he went back on his word.
Wait
just
a minute. Did she mentioned her former employer? Was that why her
former employer was looking for her
? This got me curious so I decided to probe further.
“Why would your former employer make such a promise?”
I genuinely sounded cross. I think jealous was a better word.
“Sayang, no angry to me!”
she implored,
“everything I tell to you. You are the only man I am give everything to. If you don’t want me anymore, I think I better die.”
she exclaimed.
Curiosity got the better of me and I gave her a chance to explain herself.
Wanda described her former employer as a wolf in sheep’s clothing; on the outside, he looked like a loving family man but he was a pervert. While his wife was demanding, he was always the one who jumped to her defense. Over time, he had gained her trust and so Wanda opened up to him and confided in him. In turn, he would promise her that he would take ‘good care’ of her and that he would always be there for her.
Then, Wanda caught him stealing her underwear. Many times she found her underwear missing. It came to a point that she would either re-use her soiled underwear or go about without them. Of course, she would only go commando when her employers were not at home.
Then one day, her employer came back unexpectedly with his colleagues. She was caught unawares so she went about doing her duties without and panties. Her employer and his colleagues took every opportunity to ogle at her. She tried to excuse herself to change but the men found excuses ’to keep her busy’. One of his colleagues had suggested that Wanda become the model for one of the products their company was selling.
It started innocently enough, with Wanda posing with some product in her home clothes which she innocently agreed to. But, one thing led to another and one of them proposed that she posed more provocatively. As she was not wearing her underwear, her nipples and camel-toe were could be seen in the photos. Sensing something was wrong, she tried to think of some excuse to turn the men down.
Her employer later proposed that she do her housework naked or in skimpy clothing. In return, he would pay her even more money. When she refused, he gave her even more money to buy her silence. Being ‘in need’ of money, Wanda just kept the extra ‘pocket’ money. In time, he would soon turn around and accuse her of stealing his money. When the maid agent came for a spot-check, he found a lot of money in Wanda’s possession. Despite her trying to convince the maid agent that the money was given to her willingly, both husband and wife duo painted a very negative picture of Wanda. Needless to say, she was fired from her previous job.
Naturally, when I went to the agency, the agent would not have told this story to me. Wanda, not wanting to be sent back home ‘before her contract period is up’ did not tell me either.
I purposely did not tell Wanda that I knew her previous employer was looking for her as I didn’t want to put her on guard. If so, it would be more difficult for me to carry out my ‘investigation’. In my mind, I kept trying to piece two and two together. So far, my conclusion is that whatever I have been hearing are all deviation of the truth; there was no evidence that Wanda was a loose woman. If anything, she was merely a victim of her circumstance; being forced into a loveless marriage, to be abused by her rich in-laws. And now, after being sent to Singapore to work, to be taken advantage of by her employers. Life has been very cruel to her and I didn’t want her to suffer even more. I was determined to prove to her that I was unlike the other men in her life. It was true that I had initially lusted over her; the forbidden fruit has always seem to taste sweeter but over time, I have grown to love her. Every cell in my body now just wants to protect her. In fact, a part of me wondered that if I had knew Wanda earlier in life, would I have married my present wife?
Don’t get me wrong; I love my wife and I do love our son but ever since she gave birth to him, she wouldn’t even let me touch her. Every time I tried to initiate sex with her, she was either ’not in the mood’ or ’tired’. When I tried to play with her breasts, she would tell me that they felt ’ sensitive’ to touch. There were times when she even lashed out at me, calling me a sex-scared deviant!
I wondered if I was indeed having a mid-life crisis and having sex with a young 18-year-old reassured that I was still in my prime? Looking at the young nubile girl buying food for my wife and son, I felt proud that she was willing to share my bed.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Don’t get me wrong; I love my wife and I do love our son but ever since she gave birth to him, she wouldn’t even let me touch her. Every time I tried to initiate sex with her, she was either ’not in the mood’ or ’tired’. When I tried to play with her breasts, she would tell me that they felt ’ sensitive’ to touch. There were times when she even lashed out at me, calling me a sex-scared deviant!
I wondered if I was indeed having a mid-life crisis and having sex with a young 18-year-old reassured that I was still in my prime? Looking at the young nubile girl buying food for my wife and son, I felt proud that she was willing to share my bed.
I always hear the government encouraging citizens to go for regular medical check-ups; they say that ‘prevention is better than cure’. This is not the case for my wife. Her family has a history of medical problems so naturally, all the more she went for check-ups religiously.
She was diagnosed with the dreaded disease, one month after her medical check-up (which cleared her of any disease)
. What irony!
When we first heard the results, we were shocked. We thought the doctors made a mistake. We even went through all the previous files/reports. They all checked out. All we could conclude is we were ‘unlucky’.
Despite her illness, she was generally happy and tried to lead a normal life. But as she grew weaker, we decided to hire domestic help; that’s how Wanda got into the picture.
I was in the office when Wanda called to inform me that my wife had fainted so we rushed her to hospital. By this time, Wanda was quite ‘seasoned’ and she knew what to ’take’ and what to ‘prepare’ in case my wife was admitted again. We were given a 2-bedder this time and since it was the weekend, my son offered to stay overnight in the hospital to accompany his mother. Initially I didn’t like the idea of my son staying overnight in the hospital but seeing what joy he brought to my wife, I relented.
After visiting hours ended, we lingered in the ward for a while more; I wanted to spend a bit more time with my wife. But, I knew, other than ‘moral support’, it was futile that we stayed any longer with her. I kissed my wife on her forehead and I went home with Wanda.
As we both walked towards the door, my wife called out,
“Wanda, please take care of my husband.”
Tears welled up in my eyes and I doubled back to her side. I hugged her and I told her I was sorry but she just smiled,
“I’m fine. Just a bit tired. Anyway, I have my handsome son to watch over me tonight. You go home and get some rest with Wanda.”
I left the room, sobbing, with Wanda in tow.
By the time we reached the car park, Wanda lunged forward and hugged me tightly. We held each other there for a moment before we silently got into car and drove home.
The journey home was quite quiet, except for the music from the car stereo. By the time we got home, it was already midnight.
“Abang, the hot water is ready for you to bathe,”
Wanda said softly. I nodded and walked towards the attached shower in the master bedroom. As I began soaping myself, I heard a tap on the door. I opened the door to be greeted by Wanda draped only in a batik motif towel.
“May I come in, Abang?”
she asked softly,
“I know you are upset. Give me a chance to help you wash up.”
For once, I didn’t know what to say. Would it seem callous if I accepted her offer?
Sensing my hesitation, she made her way to the toilet and lowered the seat cover and sat there.
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“I understand you are in pain, Abang,”
she said teary-eyed,
“I am sad too. She is like my sister also.”
I nodded.
Wanda stood up and her batik motif towel fell to the wet bathroom floor, exposing her petite, slender body. I moved forward; my intention was to pick her towel up before it absorbed the water from the wet bathroom floor. At that same moment, Wanda also squatted down to retrieve her towel. In that awkward second, my semi erect cock presented itself to her face. She blushed.
I tried to explain myself but I guess it was something carnal and perhaps it was ‘animal instincts’. The close proximity of her mouth to my crotch caused my cock to awaken. Wanda knelt on the floor and cupped my balls in her hands.
“Let me take care of you, sayang,”
she said as she looked up, teary-eyed at me. This erotic sight made my cock pulsate and she extended her tongue and began giving my awakened member a cat bath.
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Originally Posted by
cumranger69
Excellent story bro.
Thank you for your continued support
Bro cumranger69
! Hope you have excellent adventures too!
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Originally Posted by
MouParkVan
Nice update bro, follower of your story
Thank you for becoming a follower of this thread
Bro MouParkVan
! Hope to be able to produce more to your liking!
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Thanks for the nice updates here.
After hearing your clips, Wanda really can moan so loud and shiok, you really service her well. Where you record the clips?
I’m glad you approve,
Bro diputs1269
! The phone was placed quite far away so recording was soft.
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Thanks for the update, looks like you are in a delimma situation now.
By right, it’s an easy ‘decision’; when one door closes, another window opens. That was what I thought back then
Bro otamay
but read on and you will understand.
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Originally Posted by
alec
Can’t help but think this is gonna be a good suspense thriller…
Suspense thirller,
Bro alec
? Heh heh!
Don’t worry, nobody gets murdered in this ‘story’ but a lot of people got
fucked
.
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Actually someone
did
die. But technically it was the illness that killed her so it doesn’t count as ‘murder’, right?
Hope I am able to deliver the rest of the story well enough.
Thanks for your support
Bro alec
!
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Wanda stood up and her batik motif towel fell to the wet bathroom floor, exposing her petite, slender body. I moved forward; my intention was to pick her towel up before it absorbed the water from the wet bathroom floor. At that same moment, Wanda also squatted down to retrieve her towel. In that awkward second, my semi erect cock presented itself to her face. She blushed.
I tried to explain myself but I guess it was something carnal and perhaps it was ‘animal instincts’. The close proximity of her mouth to my crotch caused my cock to awaken. Wanda knelt on the floor and cupped my balls in her hands.
“Let me take care of you, sayang,”
she said as she looked up, teary-eyed at me. This erotic sight made my cock pulsate and she extended her tongue and began giving my awakened member a cat bath.
“Ahh!”
I heard myself groan in pleasure. I knew it was wrong. Heck, I know some ‘righteous reader’ might just come in and zap me until I have no more points but can any man, in the situation that I was in, have acted differently?
I reached out to Wanda, my hands pushing against her face, with the intention of stopping her but she probably misunderstood my actions again and she stopped her licking and started to suck me instead.
I grabbed her head and pulled it towards me, plunging my hardened piston into her mouth. She gagged a few times and coughed, the vibrations causing my cock to throb. I started to pump her vigorously until I felt her shake her head only did I release my hold on her.
She looked up,
“Please be gentle with me,”
she pleaded,
“don’t treat me like sampah.”
her words were like a slap across my face and I just stood there. I felt my cock become limp. She got off her knees and she hugged me. I felt her warm breath and tears on my chest as she clung on to me tightly.
“Let’s just wash up and go to bed,”
I said quietly,
“you are a young woman and I am an old man with a dying wife. If you want to go back to Indonesia and find your husband or maybe a new, younger boyfriend, I can understand.”
I said as I took the towel and left Wanda alone in the bathroom. Even I was astonished at my own words.
I began to regret the moment I said those words. I wished I could just retract them but pride prevented me from doing so and as I walked out of the bathroom, I kept trying to look back and see if she would follow me out or call out to me. Neither happened. I mentally smacked myself for not giving my words careful thought.
Wanda exited the bathroom soon after me, clad in the same batik towel. With her head hung lower, she scurried out of the bedroom. I wanted to call out to her but no words came out of my mouth; I just sat there like a block of wood and watched her leave the room.
I was lost. I didn’t know what to do but I knew there was no point harping on this; I had to get my mind out this. I took out my phone and read some of the messages in our Group Chat. There was Fred,
my friend in the XiaoMi Club who helped me purchase one of the better model XiaoMi phones
for Wanda back then. He was promoting XiaoMi products again to the group. Sometimes I wonder if he gets paid commission of advertising for XiaoMi? Then there were the usual string of jokes and ‘current affairs’ links; some commentary about the government, etc.
Reading the whole slew of posts took my mind off things but then it dawned to me that it was awfully quiet outside. I walked out of my room and was greeted with the musky warmer air. I went to Wanda’s room to check on her.
“Wanda, I’m sorry for the things that I’ve said.”
I croaked.
There was no response. Wanda was probably asleep. Or maybe she was just too hurt by my words to respond.
I didn’t want wait till the next day or to allow this misunderstanding to fester. I and searched the entire flat. I took a deep breath and walked towards her bed.
It was empty. Wanda was nowhere in sight. It was already past midnight. Where could she be?
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Originally Posted by
ml1138
maybe she already go to the agent and make a complaint..hahaha!!!
Yea!
Bro ml1138
, you are correct! That was the first thing I thought about. I got so scared. What if she shared all the naughty messages and pics too?
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Originally Posted by
tks4sharing
Nice story, pls continue TS
Glad to have you around
Bro tks4sharing
! Thanks for reading!
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Nice updates here, please continue writing.
Your wish is my command
Bro otamay
! But give me some time cos yesterday was public holiday; today just started work. Piles of paperwork
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Originally Posted by
sungtao
No need to rush bro, waiting patiently for your updates
Thanks for your understanding
Bro sungtao
! I am a reader too and sometimes certain stories are not updated for ages and I get upset. So, I will try not to upset my readers.
But then again, after I started writing then I realise how tough it is to write even a simple paragraph! Sometimes it is easier said than done.
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Originally Posted by
Ray06
As we both walked towards the door, my wife called out, “Wanda, please take care of my husband.”………………….
I guess TS wife already know about their relation.
However, since she can’t satisfy her husband so is better to use the maid than to see her husband visit GL or look for FL
Women are sensitive creatures.
This was something I also suspected
Bro Ray06
but I didn’t dare to ask her or prove too much. I did ask some of my friends and most of them gave me the same answer: even if their girlfriends or wives knew they were dying, they would still be jealous and will not ‘give up’ their husband for any reason.
Appreciate your insights, bro!
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Reading the whole slew of posts took my mind off things but then it dawned to me that it was awfully quiet outside. I walked out of my room and was greeted with the musky warmer air. I went to Wanda’s room to check on her.
“Wanda, I’m sorry for the things that I’ve said.”
I croaked.
There was no response. Wanda was probably asleep. Or maybe she was just too hurt by my words to respond.
I didn’t want wait till the next day or to allow this misunderstanding to fester. I and searched the entire flat. I took a deep breath and walked towards her bed.
It was empty. Wanda was nowhere in sight. It was already past midnight. Where could she be?
I turned on the lights. Not only was the bed empty, it was made. This meant that Wanda did not even lie in the bed at all. The next probable ‘hiding places’ were the kitchen and the common toilet. I checked both places next. She wasn’t in either. It then dawned to me that she probably left the flat immediately after leaving my room.
I began to hyperventilate. Like what
Bro ml1138
mentioned, she could have gone to the agent and lodged a complaint against me. Or worst yet, she could have gone to the police to make a report against me!
I went to the laundry basket and hurriedly put on some clothes. It didn’t matter if I smelled, I had bigger worries than how I smell or looked. Taking my car keys, I headed out. Afraid that I would ‘miss’ Wanda if I took the lift, I took the stairs instead. This way, I could ‘monitor’ if any lift ‘moved’ and which floor did it stop at? If it stopped at my floor, it could mean that Wanda came back. It was also easy to do so because it was already past midnight so ’traffic’ would have been very light; very few people would be taking the lift at this time.
Letting my imagination run wild, I imagined that by the time I reached the lift landing, there would be many police officers surrounding the area, guns all pointing at me. When I got to the groudn floor, it was the opposite. The lift landing was deserted.
I searched the void deck under my block and the void decks of the neighbouring blocks but she was not it sight. I also went to places I thought she could have visited. I thought of looking for Nurul and her gang; I knew where they lived but what would I tell their employers?
“Hi! I didn’t want to fuck my maid so she ran away from home?”
I chuckled at how silly that statement sounded. But the amusement was short-lived.
Then a stray thought struck me; what about the nearby parks and playgrounds?
The parks were deserted except for a few pairs of couples that were in need of some privacy. I was tempted to whip out my phone and take some photos of the steamy action but I was so deep in shit that I was in no mood to do so. I saw a group of teenagers, probably secondary school students who could not sleep, loitering at one of the playgrounds. This made my thoughts run wild. I circled around the playground, hoping to see any trace of Wanda but I found none.
The gang of boys eyed me suspiciously. One of them, probably their leader, shouted out to me,
“What are you looking at uncle? You want to find trouble is it?”
I wanted to shout back at them but I was reluctant to do so. Firstly, I did not want to appear ‘weak’ and seek their help; the tone of the boy’s voice,didn’t sound very ‘helpful’ either. Secondly, if they had done something to Wanda, I doubt they would be so ‘willing’ to offer help. By telling them that I was looking for Wanda could put them on their guard. I turned and walked away.
“Chey! I see you so big-sized, I thought you hero. But actually you are just coward.”
The leader of the group taunted me. I really wanted to turn around and bash that young punk up but my rationality got the better of me - my priority was Wanda.
Exhausting all options I could think of, I made my way to my car. Not wanting to give up, I decided to search the multi-storey car park, just in case. Still I could not find her. I guess there was only one place I could find Wanda. I drove straight to the nearest Police Post. When I got there, I found it had closed for the night. I forgot that NPPs were no longer 24-hours; if a person wanted to make a police report after 10 pm, he would have to go to the Neighbourhood Police Centre instead.
I got in the car and revved my engine. I shifted the transmission to “D” but hesitated - should I really go to the NPC? What do I do there if I see Wanda in front of a police officer? How do I explain the things that I have done? What do I say? More importantly, what would Wanda have told the police about me?
As these thought swirled around my head, my hand phone rang.
It was Wanda.