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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
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.
The sound of my hand phone ringing broke the silence of the night. I wanted to pick up the call immediately but I paused for a moment; could Wanda be in trouble? Did she fall into the hands of those young punks? Or maybe she was at the Police Centre and it was the Duty Sergeant who wanted to talk to me? An idle mind is indeed the devil’s workshop and it’s really interesting what ‘horrors’ the brain can conjure in the absence of facts.
As I was about to pick up the phone, it stopped ringing. I kicked myself in the butt mentally, blaming myself for hesitating.
I pressed the redial button but the line was engaged. My mind went into overdrive again, conjuring up images of the police waiting at my front door; I can just imagine the headlines now. Then my phone sprang back to life again.
Not wanting to miss the call a second time, I answered it quickly but as my imagination had gotten the better of me, I struggled to greet the caller.
“Abang,”
a small voice sobbed,
“Kamu dimana?”
. Wanda wanted to know where I was.
“Wanda?”
I asked, still unable to make out if she was crying or not?
“Kamu dimana?”
she repeated the question. This time before I could answer, she started sobbing, telling me she felt afraid because she had come home to an empty flat. She wondered if I had intended to abandon her? Why else would I leave home in the middle of the night?
Who could blame her for feeling this way? Wasn’t it just a few hours ago that I told her that she was free to
go back to Indonesia and find her husband or even a new boyfriend
?
Not knowing what to tell her, I merely told her to wait for me and I rushed all the way home.
It has been many years since I exercised but I was quite sure I ran faster than normal; all my thoughts were to get home as soon as I can and placate Wanda. The poor girl must be very frightened; to be alone at home, in the middle of the night. She must have been really hurt and could be crying her eyes out. The thoughts flashed by my head as I huffed and puffed all the way back to my flat.
By the time I reached my main door, the doubts and demons returned. it was too quiet. What if there was an ambush awaiting me behind that door?
Throwing caution to the wind, I stuck my key into the lock and opened the door. I made a mental note to say that I had found the maid missing and I went down to find her; I was a good and trusting employer so I gave the maid a set of the home keys. Taking a deep breath and throwing caution to the wind, I opened the main door.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Throwing caution to the wind, I stuck my key into the lock and opened the door. I made a mental note to say that I had found the maid missing and I went down to find her; I was a good and trusting employer so I gave the maid a set of the home keys. Taking a deep breath and throwing caution to the wind, I opened the main door.
“Abang!”
Wanda wailed as she slammed her petite body against mine. Instinctively, I reached out to embrace her.
Wanda buried her face in my chest and I could feel a dampness spreading across my top.
“Abang jahat,”
she cried as she pelted me with light punches; the kind that girls do when they are trying to ‘act cute’ or gain your attention,
“you make me so worry.”
I assured her that I only went out to find her, nothing else. I told her I was worried for her; concerned as it was late and even though Singapore was a safe place, I still didn’t feel comfortable that she would go out alone in the night.
My words brought a smile to her face and she blushed as she asked me if I were truly worried for her?
“Yes, my love,”
I replied her,
“if anything had happened to you, I don’t know what I would do?
I told her. I related to her - how I ran down the stairs; how I searched all the different places that I thought she’d go and even about the bunch of teenagers at the playground. I told her that I was so desperate that I even wanted to go to the police! Of course, I omitted the parts about the maid agent and my stray thoughts. Having completed my explanation, it was time for her to ’explain her disappearance’.
She went to the kitchen and reemerged with a few plastic bags. Then she did her version of a ’tada!’ which made me roar with laughter. She was cute in this way; her innocence really made me smile.
She had gone to the 24-hour supermarket to get ingredients. Her ‘surprise’ was actually to cook
Nasi Lemak
for breakfast for me; she knew how much I loved home-cooked food and she said that while my mother did not want to teach her how to cook, she had watched her in secrecy and as we were both alone at home, she wanted to cook for me the following morning. Just for me.
Looking intently into my eyes, she asked me if I meant what I said just now? Did I really want her to go back to her family in Indonesia? Did I want to ‘give her away’ to another man?
“No, sayang, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came over me. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
She rewarded my words with another hug. This time she rested her ear on my chest.
“I want to hear your heart beating for me.”
she said.
I held her tightly.
She suddenly broke off from our embrace and looked at me with her watery eyes. She started move her hands towards my sensitive region and carcass me,
“if you really love me, give me your seed.”
she purred.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Thanks for the nice updates here. “if you really love me, give me your seed.” To me, such words strike fear deep into my heart, please continue writing.
At that point in time,
Bro diputs1269
, there was only enough blood for one head to function properly; lust overcame reasoning.
Dropping son off for CCA. Taking the time to reply valued comments and feedback from bros.
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Originally Posted by
Caraboa
Really a nice story to read, do continue please
Thanks
Bro Caraboa
! Please drop by whenever you are free!
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Originally Posted by
madpig88
Thanks for sharing this nice story TS, look forward to your next updates.
Thanks for dropping by again
Bro madpig88
! I hope I can update a bit more this weekend.
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Originally Posted by
CummingOver
Currently my wife is giving me the treatment where when I touch her boob’s, she’ll say it’s sensitive and stuff. At least u have Wanda now.
Is it because her period is coming,
Bro CummingOver
? Try to take note of the dates. Maybe it’s just a bad coincidence? Anyway, I know how it feels. Really sucks
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Interesting updates here, Wanda seems quite manipulative. Camping here for more updates
They say that fools rush in,
Bro otamay
and I am one of the biggest.
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Originally Posted by
ml1138
Yes give it to her with your wife blessing…
At that juncture, I didn’t even register it as ‘blessings’. On the contrary
Bro ml1138
, I felt guilt instead.
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Originally Posted by
GrieGzEters
But Wanda never say where she wants the seeds to be.. hahah
you have a point there
Bro GrieGzEters
! For me, I always thought that if a girl asks for it, there is only one place to deposit it. Heh heh!
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Originally Posted by
papauda
Read already felt so horny. Good job bro
I’m glad that my writing is able to keep your blood regulating
Bro papauda
! Thanks for the compliments. Means a lot to me!
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Originally Posted by
civic850
Intriguing , one of the best stories out there. Love it
Glad you feel this way
Bro civic850
; I’m still trying to catch up with Bro iLock in terms of writing skills
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Originally Posted by
sexyhealth
Very interesting story, please continue
Thank you
Bro sexyhealth
! Will try to continue as best as I can
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Oh yea! But sometimes small head too shiok until lost control, hehe.
Yes
Bro diputs1269
! And that’s how all the trouble starts
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Originally Posted by
zaklleo
Great story
Thank you
Bro zaklleo
!
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Originally Posted by
bvhunter
Nice work here, keep me interested
Thank you
Bro bvhunter
! I will try my best to keep your interest!
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Originally Posted by
Russia2018
Good job nice story, waiting for more
Thank you
Bro Russia2018
! Will try to write a few lines during my dinner break
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Originally Posted by
curiousSG
this is a nice story, hope TS will give more updates soon.
Thank you for keep coming back to my thread
Bro curiousSG
!
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Originally Posted by
otamay
More of Wanda story please.
The story or the ’lookalike’ photos,
Bro otamay
? Heh heh!
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Looking intently into my eyes, she asked me if I meant what I said just now? Did I really want her to go back to her family in Indonesia? Did I want to ‘give her away’ to another man?
“No, sayang, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came over me. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
She rewarded my words with another hug. This time she rested her ear on my chest.
“I want to hear your heart beating for me.”
she said.
I held her tightly.
She suddenly broke off from our embrace and looked at me with her watery eyes. She started move her hands towards my sensitive region and carcass me,
“if you really love me, give me your seed.”
she purred.
I read somewhere that ‘make-up sex’ was perhaps one of the best kinds of sex. Maybe it’s the mix of emotions, coupled with sexual urges that makes it all the more enjoyable. I recall my wedding night, after waiting so long to finally ’taste’ my wife; all I got was her stripping naked and then lying in bed, waiting for me to ravage her. When I tried to lick her pussy, I was greeted with a campy smell; holding my breath, I tried to lick her for as long as I can. But from my wife’s expression, I could see that neither of us enjoyed the act.
From that day onwards, sex was just so that she could conceive; once
Adek
was born, she found a ’legitimate’ reason to deny me of having intercourse with her. The lack of sex was really unbearable. I even considered vasectomy as a means to end my ‘suffering’. My only release came via online porn as I was too afraid to ‘seek professional help’ having worked with Anti-Vice during my NS days (
sekali
I meet someone I know?) So when Wanda opened up to me, I was in seventh heaven!
Looking back into her eyes, I nodded,
“Yes, sayang. I am all yours”
I said.
My words seemed to open the floodgates and she suddenly turned around and used her bum to dry hump me, turning me on in an instant. I hastily undressed and my cock sprang right into action.
She placed her hand on my belly as she lowered herself until she came face-to-face with my erect organ.
“So big,”
she muttered before devouring it. Whether she meant those words, they made me swell-headed, nonetheless. With her free hand, she started to massage my balls. From time to time, she used her finger to trace around the rim of my asshole. This made me shiver with welcomed pleasure.
As I felt pleasure building up, Wanda suddenly stopped. She stood up and pouted.
“Abang don’t love me anymore.”
she said.
“No, I love you Wanda!”
I protested but she just shook her head.
She lifted her top above her head and exposed her cute little tits; did she go to the supernarket braless?
“If you love me, why so long never suck my tetek?
she asked. That was the one and only time she needed to ask as I lunged forward to suckle on her breasts like a hungry baby. As I mentioned earlier, I felt that the sex was more ‘charged up’ than usual and I could feel my emotions mixed up with my lust. I felt a certain euphoria licking her tits and sucking her breasts. I wonder if any of the bros here experienced this but I just went ‘berserk’ and started biting her.
“Argh! Sakit!”
Wanda protested but her protests were punctuated with sounds of moans. She pushed me to the floor and straddled me. Using her small hands, she positioned my aching cock to the mouth of her pussy and then she told me to ’enter’.
I pushed against the lips of her vagina and I saw her wince.
“Pain?”
I asked out of concern.
She gave a half nod while shaking her head,
“Masuk, masuk.”
she encouraged me, seemingly in some sort of trance, as if she was enjoying the pain. I applied even more pressure and I felt her lips parting and then enveloping around the girth of my penis, massaging it as it buried itself deeper into her. Once I felt her getting accustomed to my size, I began to thrust my pelvis upwards as I watched her head bob up and down while she rode me.
Then she placed both her hands on my belly, as if to steady herself. I noticed she adjusted her footing. This time around she began to slide herself up and down my staff. With every stroke, I could see her enjoying it as much as I did. Wanda began to ride me rhythmically; she took my hands and placed them on her boobs. I alternated between rubbing her nipples with my finger and thumb and cupping her breasts.
Then, without warning, she put all her weight on my dick and practically sat on top of me. The sudden sensation took my by surprise and I began grunting uncontrollably as I unloaded everything into her. As soon as my orgasm subsided, Wanda collapsed onto of me.
Hugging me like a koala bear, she whispered into my ear,
“I am your woman, sayang. Please don’t throw me away.”
I nodded, oblivious if she saw my response and hugged her tightly. If anybody were to come home right now, they would have seen two naked adults lying smack in the middle of the living room. We made so much noise that I wondered if any of our neighbors heard the ruckus?
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Then, without warning, she put all her weight on my dick and practically sat on top of me. The sudden sensation took my by surprise and I began grunting uncontrollably as I unloaded everything into her. As soon as my orgasm subsided, Wanda collapsed onto of me.
Hugging me like a koala bear, she whispered into my ear,
“I am your woman, sayang. Please don’t throw me away.”
I nodded, oblivious if she saw my response and hugged her tightly. If anybody were to come home right now, they would have seen two naked adults lying smack in the middle of the living room. We made so much noise that I wondered if any of our neighbors heard the ruckus?
I remember waking up in the middle of the night when I ‘suddenly felt’ the weight of Wanda on me. It was still dark but I did not bother to see what time it was; I just got up to switch off the lights in the living room. By doing so, Wanda also woke up. We ‘adjourned’ to the master bedroom.
We were both still naked as we lay in bed. Feeling excited as my wife had always refused to sleep naked with me I got on top of Wanda and started to kiss her neck and lick her boobs. I had half expected her to stop me from my advances (that was what my wife always did) but Wanda did the opposite, she began to moan seductively, as if to encourage me further. It didn’t take me long to get erect again and I spread her legs so that I could bury my tool inside of her again.
Upon thrusting her a few times, I noticed that it was still filled with my semen from the earlier session. This was a new sensation to me. I kept on pumping but as it was a repeat session for me, I could last longer. Taking advantage of this, I began to pump harder and faster.
“Yes! Abang! Yes!”
Wanda ‘cheered me on’,
“Fuck me faster!”
she urged,
“Harder!”
she began to pant. I could feel her vaginal walls begin to squeeze me as I thrust my penis into her tight little cunt. As if I were possessed by a speed demon, I began to bang her like a pile driver until I felt that familiar wave of euphoria.
“Sayang, come and receive your reward,”
I heard myself groan as I came, yet again.
Emptying the remainder of my ‘soldiers’ inside of her, I collapsed next to her. Hugging her, I feel into a deep sleep. By the time I woke up next, it was already morning. I opened my eyes to see her standing by the bed,
“Sayang, have a good sleep last night?”
I nodded.
“I cook special Nasi Lemak for you, sayang.”
she beamed. She really did
cook Nasi Lemak for breakfast
, just for me!
Life was good.
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Originally Posted by
birdwolf
Good to see this continue, so horny now
Wow
Bro birdwolf
, really ah? Oops! Hope you got to release or my story will give you inspiration?
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Originally Posted by
madpig88
Looking forward to your next updates to this nice story TS.
Will try to update
Bro madpig88
. A bit tough cos fasting month = tired colleagues
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Another mini honeymoon with Wanda, make sure she don’t get pregnant after unload everything into her.
In the heat of the moment, I also never think so much
Bro diputs1269
. Later live to regret.
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Originally Posted by
alec
Wah… Rawed 2x… Lagi easier to have kid.. Continue with e story~~
Read in some other thread that we need 3 days to recover full potential. Wonder if this is true,
Bro alec
?
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Originally Posted by
superboy7
Nasi lemak cums Nasi kangkang. Wahahaha.
Yes
Bro superboy7
! You win the TOP PRIZE!!!
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Yes double confirm sure get pregnant.
Please don’t scare me
Bro diputs1269
!
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Originally Posted by
ml1138
no escape this time as I have said earlier ….many moon wife never cum son come…
There was no escape for me ever since the first encounter,
Bro ml1138
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Emptying the remainder of my ‘soldiers’ inside of her, I collapsed next to her. Hugging her, I feel into a deep sleep. By the time I woke up next, it was already morning. I opened my eyes to see her standing by the bed,
“Sayang, have a good sleep last night?”
I nodded.
“I cook special Nasi Lemak for you, sayang.”
she beamed. She really did
cook Nasi Lemak for breakfast
, just for me!
Life was good.
I got out of bed and Wanda passed me my boxers. The fragrance of
Nasi Lemak
filled the house as I walked out from the Master Bedroom.
“Something smells good!”
I remarked to Wanda and she blushed.
She scooped me a portion of rice and topped it with a layer of
Sambal Udang
, followed by a fried egg,
Ikan Bilis
and cucumber. I waited eagerly as she placed the plate of rice on the table before me. The fragrance of the freshly cooked
Nasi Lemak
was heavenly.
“You are not eating?”
I asked her.
She shook her head. She said that all that cooking had made her more tired than hungry. I insisted that she have some food. I went to get another plate so that I could give her half a portion of my rice to her but she declined.
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Upon my insistence, she said she’d rather eat a banana and she proceeded to pluck one from the bunch. Moving to the refrigerator, she took out a bottle of chocolate syrup.
“Makan lah, sayang,”
she urged me to eat while the food was still warm and fresh. She propped herself onto the kitchen top, next to the wash basin and peeled the banana purposefully. Then she dripped the chocolate syrup all over the white flesh of the banana.
“Kenapa tak makan?”
she stopped what she was doing and looked at me.
“Ok ok, I eat now baby.”
I replied and scooped a generous amount of rice and
sambal
into my mouth. It took me a few spoonful to notice that something was off. Being the ‘detective’ that I was, I began to ‘isolate’ by eating the assortment of items on my plate individually. In the end, I narrowed it down to one of the two items; either the prawns had gone bad or the coconut used to make the
Nasi Lemak
had soured. I was more inclined to think the latter.
Not wanting to hurt Wanda’s feelings, I ate slowly, choosing to admire this lovely creature savoring her banana instead. There was something about the way she eats that arouses me.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
“Ok ok, I eat now baby.”
I replied and scooped a generous amount of rice and
sambal
into my mouth. It took me a few spoonful to notice that something was off. Being the ‘detective’ that I was, I began to ‘isolate’ by eating the assortment of items on my plate individually. In the end, I narrowed it down to one of the two items; either the prawns had gone bad or the coconut used to make the
Nasi Lemak
had soured. I was more inclined to think the latter.
Not wanting to hurt Wanda’s feelings, I ate slowly, choosing to admire this lovely creature savoring her banana instead. There was something about the way she eats that arouses me.
“Tak sedap?”
she enquired. I shook my head. I assured her that I have never tasted anything like this before. It was a half-truth; I have tasted all sorts of
Nasi Lemak
but this one takes the cake! The rice was fragrant enough but the texture felt soft. It was a bit sticky, like Japanese rice used to make Sushi. The taste was something else; it didn’t taste like ‘conventional’
Nasi Lemak
. Rather, it tasted as if someone had put in vinegar? Or was it lemon grass? Perhaps it was some special Indonesian Kampung recipe? In order not to disappoint her, I scooped another mouthful and in an animated manner, placed the spoonful in my mouth and started chewing in front of her.
In a swift motion, she got off the kitchen top. For a brief moment, I thought I caught a glimpse; she wasn’t wearing any underwear! Wanda walked towards me and took a spoonful of rice. Tasting some for herself, she shook her head.
“Sudah basi,”
she said quietly. I notice she made a ‘irritated’ face and then proceeded to ‘snatch’ the remaining plate of rice from me. By this time, I had probably finished more than half of the rice and most of the
sambal I dang
.
“It’s ok,”
I assured her,
“it’s still good effort by you. You must have woken up really early to cook this for me. Thank you Sayang!”
I reached out to cup her cheek in my hand.
“Sorry. Not good”
she apologised for not being able to replicate her mother’s recipe. She told me to wait while she cooked another batch of rice for me but I told her it was ok. Compared to my wife who never went out of her way to cook anything ‘special’ for me, Wanda was a gem! I pulled her close and embraced her. Wow! She smelt nice. Handing her hand, I guided her back to the room.