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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Regaining my composure, I asked Wanda to pour our guests the
Barley water that she cooked
but her answer took me by surprise,
“What Barley water? I together them outside.”
Wanda replied.
My wife also came to Wanda’s ‘defense’. Apparently all of them were out buying items for their overseas trip and I was the only person at home.
“I think you have too much
unwanted, unhealthy pressure
inside your system. Better release some soon so that you may be healthy again.”
Nadia said. She laughed heartily.
I suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu. Didn’t Nadia say those same words just hours ago? I shook my head. I really think I needed to sleep things off.
The first thing I did when I got up was to count the number of high blood pressure pills I had in the the medicine cabinet. Based on the last count, I had indeed taken
popped in some pills
the night before. I instructed Wanda to cook some Barley water as I felt ‘heaty’. In actual fact, I just wanted to see what her reaction was. Wanda just nodded and went about doing her things. Before she left, her eyes darted from the hall to the study room, signalling to me that my wife and son were at home. I nodded in acknowledgement.
The door bell rang. Who could it be this early, I wondered? Before Wanda could get the door, the door bell rang a few more times, as if to emphasize a sense of urgency.
Wanda opened the door and unlocked the metal gate. But before she could do anything, our visitor ‘pushed’ her way in. As if to do a ’tada’ moment, Nadia made a slight curtsy.
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“Tada!”
she exclaimed,
“All packed and ready to go!”
“Now?”
I asked, sounding a bit stupid as I was truly unaware of the plans that the sisters have made. And, after last night, I wondered if I have unintentionally teleported into an episode of ‘The Twilight Zone’?
“I see that you are still in a world of your own, Serfly.”
Nadia said sarcastically.
The door to the Study Room opened and both my wife and on emerged, dressed to the nines.
“We are ready! Ready Player One!”
my son shouted enthusiastically.
“So can we ‘bother’ you to send us to the Ferry Terminal?”
Nadia asked,
“Or do you have something more important to do?”
“Aiya, he can send us lah,”
my wife answered for me,
“it’s not as if he’s as busy as your husband.”
Nadia’s husband was obviously ‘busier’ than I was.
I cleared my throat,
“I don’t think all of you can fit into my small car.”
I said in earnest.
As if she read my mind, Nadia quickly countered,
“Annie and Sophie will meet us there. It’s only going to be the 3 of us.”
For some reason (unknown to me), they were going to take a ferry to Indonesia and then from there, take a domestic flight to Yogyakarta.
As I loaded the luggage into the trunk of my car, I was surprised that my wife and son took the back seat while Nadia took the front passenger seat; usually my son would prefer to ‘ride shotgun’ and sit in front. Perhaps he just wanted to sit behind so that he could play his games?
The drive to the Ferry Terminal was an uneventful one. In fact, the ride was so smooth that no sooner had we hit the highway, I heard light snores coming from the back; both my wife and son had fallen asleep. As the car shifted to overdrive, I felt Nadia place her hand on my thigh.
“Enjoy your freedom, Abang.”
she said before giving me a smirk.
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Originally Posted by
alec
I got a bad feeling bout this….
Bro alec
, now you are sounding like Han Solo!
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Originally Posted by
astran
In a day and age of low quality sex stories, you are a god of writing amongst men.
top quality man. well written, well paced, well edited shit.
bloody good job my man.
Thank you for your kind compliments,
Bro astran
!
The true quality of a story depends on the calibre of its readers.
It’s supportive readers such as yourself that makes me want to put in that extra effort before I click the ‘Submit Reply’ button and then re-read the story every now and then so that I can try to correct any errors or add some illustration to ‘help the story line’ along.
Hope that you continue to enjoy this thread as much as I enjoy updating it.
Have a good weekend!
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Originally Posted by
megagerian
Really nice effort TS, support!
Thanks for the compliments
Bro megagerian
! Glad that my effort has not gone unnoticed
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Originally Posted by
lighticon
Nice story bro, hope to read more
Thanks
Bro lighticon
! Hope I am able to write a bit more but as Hari Raya is around the corner, I suspect I will get busy
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Originally Posted by
mixmasternrv
I agree bro…this feels like it’s gonna go bad fast.
Oh? You are another Han Solo fan,
Bro mixmasternrv
? Kekeke
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Originally Posted by
LickerAss
Continue more ts
Ok
Bro LickerAss
. I will try.
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Originally Posted by
mixmasternrv
I stumbled on this thread by sheer chance but am glued to the developments nonetheless. The story development is like a mega-serial and all the different characters are interesting to the say the least in their own right. Wah this is a good yarn and I can’t wait for the next twist in the tale……
Great work ts
Thanks
Bro mixmasternrv
for leaving 2 messages at one go. Really appreciate it! Am glad that you enjoy the development. I will try my best!
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Originally Posted by
Honeybabez
Nice story, continue this ts
Thanks
Sis Honeybabez
! Am glad that my story appeals to female readers also.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Congrats to TS on his new found freedom, please continue.
Yes
Bro diputs1269
! Originally I fought tooth and nail for Wanda to stay behind because I wanted a lot of ‘Alone Time’ with her but after the
alleged events of that night
…… Maybe that’s the problem with men; never satisfied?
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Originally Posted by
Ray06
Introducing Nadia will make the story more exciting then just circle around Wanda !
Another co*k teaser !
Noted your feedback
Bro Ray06
! Thank you for your support!
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Originally Posted by
ml1138
yes I agree and also to see how she can seduced you…
Yes
Bro ml1138
; and that’s how even more problem starts!
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Originally Posted by
LickerAss
If this is a true story, you are one lucky man ts
I can neither confirm nor deny whether my writings are totally invented or factually reliable,
Bro LickerAss
.
The photographs that I’ve shared, however, are confirmed to be taken off the internet and strictly for illustrative purposes only.
But I am glad you like it. My ’luck’ comes in the form of happy readers and supporters, such as yourself.
Thanks to all of you readers for giving me a chance to write things down; To practice my writing skills, to re-enact and pen down what had transpired and also explore what could have been. Having people to share my writings, makes this effort even more worthwhile. Cheers!
Wow! Was just going through some editing for the next update when I realized a kind brother/sister has just upped be by
16 points
!
He/she didn’t leave any name, just the words, “Good up +16”
Would like to take this opportunity to thank him/her for the points.
Thank you Mystery Donor!
Have a Good Sunday!
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
As I loaded the luggage into the trunk of my car, I was surprised that my wife and son took the back seat while Nadia took the front passenger seat; usually my son would prefer to ‘ride shotgun’ and sit in front. Perhaps he just wanted to sit behind so that he could play his games?
The drive to the Ferry Terminal was an uneventful one. In fact, the ride was so smooth that no sooner had we hit the highway, I heard light snores coming from the back; both my wife and son had fallen asleep. As the car shifted to overdrive, I felt Nadia place her hand on my thigh.
“Enjoy your freedom, Abang.”
she said before giving me a smirk.
“Say what?”
I pretended to feign ignorance. I desperately wanted her to confirm my suspicions as to what had happened that night. It was so real; I could have sworn I really did have
sex with Nadia
! But she would deny me of such luxury. Either it was just my wishful thinking and I had imagined everything up due to a mixture of my medication and fatigue or Nadia was indeed a great Poker player.
“Your family is overseas with us; only you are left alone in Singapore with your maid. God knows what fantasies a ‘single’ man has?”
she smirked.
I wasn’t about to play into her trap so I smiled back.
As I was driving, I was constantly thinking of how to pick her brain and get more information out of her but I merely drew a blank wall. It was not that I could not think of things to ask her but there were
just
so many thoughts swirling in my head. If both Annie and Sophie made their own way to the Ferry Terminal, why couldn’t Nadia do the same? She was the de facto leader of the 3; why couldn’t she hitched a ride from either of her cronies? And while we were on the topic of these 2 cronies; why didn’t they come along and meet us first?
Yet, every question I could think of, my mind mentally played the role of the Devil’s Advocate, rendering my questions either ’too shallow’ or ’too lame’ to be asked in the first place. So I just kept quiet. Everything that led up to this moment of time seemed so surreal. The ‘unexpected sex’ aside, I have never expected Nadia, Annie and Sophie to visit my wife in hospital; let alone invite her overseas! Growing up, the 3 were like the ‘richer’ town mice while my wife and I were the ‘poorer’ country mice. So much has transpired since my NS days, the courtship of my wife, the birth of my son that I would probably have to start another thread just to explore my ‘back story’. To start questioning their ‘sudden kindness’ would probably lead to a squabble; I wasn’t prepared to go down that road!
Moreover, even though it was
just
Indonesia, it was really ‘all expense paid’; I only had to sent them to the Ferry Terminal. Other than this errand, it seems that nothing else was actually needed of me. A part of me actually wondered if Nadia would wave me off and dismiss me the moment we reached the Ferry Terminal and ask me to go home?
No, she would probably need me to help them carry their bags out of the car first. Speaking of bags, for a short trip, the
pink luggage that Nadia lugged along
with her seem like it could fit a lot of clothes. Perhaps she had a dildo hidden inside - a big fat black dildo - so that she could
feel a big cock inside of her every day
while she was overseas? And what was she in that short black skirt with that tiny pink bow in front? Was she waiting for someone to untie her bow and unwrap her? My mind began to wonder but I willed myself to concentrate on the road.
Then, just when I was about to resign myself to drive in silence, Nadia spoke up.
Tell me, Abang,"
her voice shattered the silent drive and broke my chain of thoughts,
“what do you see/like in my sister?”
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Then, just when I was about to resign myself to drive in silence, Nadia spoke up.
Tell me, Abang,"
her voice shattered the silent drive and broke my chain of thoughts,
“what do you see/like in my sister?”
Nadia’s question caught me unawares and she seemed to have noticed my surprise.
“Are you and her at a ‘happy place’ right now?”
she continued to ask.
I wondered what she really meant by ‘happy place’? If she meant sex, I had half the right mind to tell her to tell her the truth but then again, I really did not know her real intent of asking such questions so I decided to play by ear.
“I suppose nobody would want to deal with a sick spouse, especially at our age. We are barely past our 30s and our son is still young. Who would want to be in such a situation?”
I asked.
“Does that mean you ‘regret’ marrying my sister?”
Nadia probed further.
I gave her a moment before answering her last question; perhaps, just as the previous question, if I were to keep mum, she would ask other ’leading questions’? Maybe she would drop the bomb and ask me why I had not chosen her instead?
Again, I underestimated her. For, instead of asking further, she ‘helped me to answer her own question’,
“By keeping quiet, I guess you agree; you do regret this marriage.”
“No,”
I blurted out,
“how could you say such a thing?”
I let my emotions take over and I started to ‘defend’ my choice in choosing my wife. In spite of all the hardships that we go through, maybe it was predestined, maybe it was a ‘bad choice’ by me; nonetheless, through all the years, in spite of the bad times, my wife and I also shared many good times. I guess, unconsciously, I still love my love. Perhaps, over the years, that ’love’ has changed from hand-holding, kissing and hugging into another kind of ’love’.
From the corner of my eye, I think I saw my wife tear through the rear view mirror.
“My sister has made a right choice in marrying you, Abang”
Nadia finally said,
“you may not be rich but you are certainly a very loyal husband.”
I can’t help but wonder her words being a double-edged sword.
In reflex, I shot back,
“You mean your husband isn’t?
“My husband is too busy to entertain any other woman other than me.”
she replied haughtily.
“What he doesn’t have in terms of time, he makes it up by showering me with gifts.”
Nadia made a deliberate action to show me that huge diamond ring on her finger.
I wanted to tell her that her husband probably gave her that ring because he couldn’t satisfy her in bed but I held back; my wife and son are sleeping at the back, I didn’t want to risk them waking up and hearing such language from me. I merely grinned at her in response.
“Drop us off at the ‘Drop Off Point’ before you go park the car,”
she instructed as we were approaching the Ferry Terminal,
“my husband would never make me walk so far.”
By this time, my wife and son were wide awake. I could see the look of excitement in my son’s face. As I parked into one of the drop-off bays, my son practically unlocked the door and bolted out of the car.
“Slow down boy,”
my wife chided our son,
“you don’t want to spend your holiday in a hospital, do you?”
I applied the parking brake and got to the back to help unload the suitcases. Nadia’s being the largest was naturally at the bottom and last to get offloaded. As Nadia bent down to retrieve her suitcase, I got the chance to take a good view of her downblouse; I could have sworn she did not wear a bra underneath her top.
“Well,”
she said as I pretended to look away,
“Faster park your car and join us for coffee.”
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
I applied the parking brake and got to the back to help unload the suitcases. Nadia’s being the largest was naturally at the bottom and last to get offloaded. As Nadia bent down to retrieve her suitcase, I got the chance to take a good view of her downblouse; I could have sworn she did not wear a bra underneath her top.
“Well,”
she said as I pretended to look away,
“Faster park your car and join us for coffee.”
I wonder if she caught me looking down her blouse? My car was parked in a secluded spot, away from main traffic. I began to let my imagination run wild; what was inside her huge pink trolley bag? Perhaps a two-piece bikini? Maybe they would go sunbathe at a resort and then Nadia and her 2 cronies would peel off their tops, exposing their creamy white breasts? That would be a sight!
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Recalling Nadia’s thick luscious lips gives me a boner! Can you imagine those lips wrapping around an erect penis? And her tongue - it had a life of its own, able to reach spots I never imagined existed.
Wanting to rejoin the main group and perhaps catch some more nice views, I quickly locked up and jogged towards the main building. I wonder: if Nadia was dressed this way, how would the other 2 bitches be dressed in?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out. If you think Nadia looked hot, her other 2 sisters also wore to kill. My wife said jokingly,
“Wah you all wear until so cantik, I look like your mother standing next to the 3 of you!”
“Oh no sis, you can be beautiful like us too!”
Sophie chirped.
Yah right! The 3 of them were basically
tai-tais
; they have nothing to do each day after their husbands went out to work because they have multiple maids to do different jobs. Their job was probably just to look good for their husbands. Besides, the treatment and medication caused my wife to put on weight and lose hair. Sometimes, when I think about all these, I can’t help but feel remorseful.
Waving our goodbyes, the 3 sisters assured me that my wife was in good hands.
“We promise to take more photos!”
Annie said.
“Yah! Lots of them,”
Sophie joined in. There was a tone of her voice that made me wonder what the nature of the photos were?
I turned towards the car park after I saw them clear Immigration. It was a start of a holiday - not only for them, but for Wanda and I too. A smile etched across my face as I walked briskly towards my car. I suddenly realized that in my preoccupation with the overseas trip, I had neglected my poor Wanda. I forgot to tell her that in ’their absence’, I had something else planned for us - just the 2 of us. We could go on our very own honeymoon. But, to avoid suspicion and further complications, we had to stay within Singapore. I remember someone said that people usually get caught because they went to ‘cheap’ places. I gave all the sleazy hotels a miss; I also avoid those family-friendly places like East Coast Park and Sentosa. I was so eager to break the news to Wanda. I floored the accelerator and raced home. I can’t wait to see Wanda.
By the time I got home, I noticed the flat was deserted. She must have been angry with me for neglecting her; don’t all girls get upset when they feel that someone or something has taken their place in your heart?
Where could Wanda have gone?