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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
It was a tiring week for all of us; I can’t remember the last time I felt so tired. The silver lining was: for once in a very long time, I got to see my wife so lively, so energetic and more importantly, happy. All of us enjoyed ourselves to the point that I wondered why we didn’t do this earlier?
Other than the initial pleasantries that I share with Nadia, Annie and Sophie, all my memories of them were antagonistic in nature. I wonder - for all the years we have known each other - Why can’t we all be nice to each other? Why can’t we be friends?
As I mentioned at
the opening of my thread
, ‘sex for my wife was only a means of procreation; she was brought up to believe that sex was not supposed to be enjoyable. So, after she gave birth to our son, intercourse was far and wide. Our lifestyle changed and sex was placed on the back burner.’ Sooner, if not later, we began ‘sleeping separately’ while on the same bed. Due to her illness,
we had converted the study room into my wife’s “Rest Room”
so when she requested to spend the night with me on my matrimonial bed, I was caught off-guarded. Without me realizing, I had spent many months sleeping on my own, with the few exceptions of Wanda sharing the sheets with me.
“It’s been a very long time since I last shared the bed with you, sayang.”
she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
My first instinct was to deny her of this luxury of ‘moving back in’, to lash out at her and tell her how I felt all these years. But a wise man once told me that marriage is not just about keeping scores on who is right and who is wrong. For a moment, I stood there dumbfounded.
“What’s the matter? You don’t want me anymore, is it?”
she asked.
Recovering from initial shock, I quickly told her that I would be more than happy to share the bed with her - for better and for worse. This made her cry and hug me tightly.
My mind wondered away from reality again, back to the past. The years, child-bearing and her sickness wasn’t too kind to her body. She never did have big boobs like Nadia but she definitely had breasts larger than Wanda. Standing side-by-side with Nadia, Sophie and Annie, my wife was one of the beauties in the family
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After our son was born, she put on pounds and looking at her right now, she was more like the ‘aunty’ of her three sisters. I tried to imagine: had she not taken ill and Wanda not appeared in our lives, would her request to sleep next to me again excite me even more?
“What are you thinking, sayang?”
she finally asked as I had remained quiet all this time.
“Nothing,”
I replied,
“I’m just enjoying your embrace. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to move back into our room.”
I said.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
After our son was born, she put on pounds and looking at her right now, she was more like the ‘aunty’ of her three sisters. I tried to imagine: had she not taken ill and Wanda not appeared in our lives, would her request to sleep next to me again excite me even more?
“What are you thinking, sayang?”
she finally asked as I had remained quiet all this time.
“Nothing,”
I replied,
“I’m just enjoying your embrace. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to move back into our room.”
I said.
When my wife mentioned that she wanted to move back and sleep in the matrimonial bed, I was wondering if, what
Bro otamay
said was true and that my
wife suddenly want to test engine
. I was both excited and worried. On one hand, it has been so long since I made love to my wife so naturally I was looking forward to it. Yet, I was also worried: what if I can’t perform with her? Or I perform ’too well’ - would she suspect anything?
The first night came and went without much fanfare. She just came into the bedroom, gave me a kiss on the lips and rolled off to bed. I waited the whole night for some ‘action’ but I was given none. I reckoned she was waiting for me to ‘make the first move so I spooned her and cupped a feel of her breast. Wow! She was definitely bigger than Wanda! That thought gave me an instant erection and I heard her moan.
“Jackpot!” I thought.
But before I could proceed further, I heard her grumble,
“Go sleep lah. Tomorrow you still have to work.”
What a wet blanket.
The next morning when I woke up, I gave her a kiss on the forehead and I told her that I was going to get ready for work.
She mumbled something like,
“Snore so loud, I didn’t sleep much.”
then she took the blanket to cover her head and went back to sleep. I began to scratch my head and just like
Bro alec
, I begin to wonder
whats up with her?
Why did she move into the same room with me when she didn’t want any action? And yes,
Bro diputs1269
, I began to get
paranoid
- where did my wife find that ’new found energy’ and why was my wife behaving in such a way? Maybe she’s doing all these just to ‘cock block’ me from Wanda?
I took my shower and left the room. Wanda was already awake; she had to wake up early to prepare breakfast for my son and accompany him downstairs to catch the school bus.
“Selamat pagi, Sir!”
she chirped.
Making sure the coast is clear, I moved forward to hug her, taking in the fragrance of her freshly shampooed hair,
“I miss you baby!”
I whispered to her ear.
But before I could give her a peck on her cheek, Wanda wriggled her way out of my embrace. She gave me a slight push to ‘reject’ me. I gave her a hurt look.
“Jangan,”
she told me to stop as my wife could wake up at any time and then she turned away to the kitchen.
Seeing I was already late for work, I took my things and left the flat.
At about lunch time, Wanda messaged me. It was a link to a song:
I wonder what she really meant by just sending me this. I was really paranoid; maybe my wife had gotten hold of Wanda’s phone and saw all the text messages that we exchanged? What if she purposely used her phone to message me? Maybe it was a trap? How should I react?
I just texted back a
“Huh?”
and left it at that. I chose to act nonchalant and pretend to work late (instead of rushing home to see what was wrong). I busied myself with menial tasks and even helped out with the guys at the workshop.
“Bro, almost 9.30 already you still don’t want to go home ah? So much work to do ah?”
a concerned staff asked me.
“Yes. Soon.”
I replied. It was not because I had a lot of work to do. It was because I dreaded to go home as I did not know what lies before me. Taking a deep breath, I logged off my computer and went home.
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Nice updates here, dare mot go home can means that home is no longer sweet home liao.
Yes
Bro otamay
, you can say that again. It’s a scary thought!
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Scary updates here, what is going to happen next? Please continue.
At that time, I was really scared. I really didn’t know what to expect,
Bro diputs1269
. It seems we all fear the unknown.
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Originally Posted by
DTL3
Interesting story TS, please keep going
Thank you
Bro DTL3
. Will try to update a bit more, hopefully tonight?
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
I chose to act nonchalant and pretend to work late (instead of rushing home to see what was wrong). I busied myself with menial tasks and even helped out with the guys at the workshop.
“Bro, almost 9.30 already you still don’t want to go home ah? So much work to do ah?”
a concerned staff asked me.
“Yes. Soon.”
I replied. It was not because I had a lot of work to do. It was because I dreaded to go home as I did not know what lies before me. Taking a deep breath, I logged off my computer and went home.
There’s a saying that “the thought of fear itself is greater than what it is we actually fear” - I really didn’t know what I was really afraid of. Seriously, what was the worst that could happen? Yet, every time I calmed myself down, the fear within me seem to creep back in and I began to have mini panic attacks.
By the time I got home, the flat was all but desserted. Only then did it dawn to me that it was tuition night and Wanda had probably sent my son to tuition class.
“Have you had your dinner?”
my wife asked; you could hear concern in her tone.
“No, not yet.”
I replied. Somehow my answer was punctuated by the sound of my stomach grumbling.
My wife giggled at my ‘unexpected reaction’ as she went into the kitchen to warm up my dinner which was a simple meal.
“Looks like Wanda’s cooking has improved,”
she said as she scooped rice and piled my plate with fish, meat and the like. I merely smiled. In my opnion, Wanda’s culinary skills were more or less the same. I was wondering: maybe her taste buds had improved? Nonetheless, I didn’t want to ask her anything that might set her off and remind her that she’s sick.
Although it was not a romantic candlelight dinner but it felt really nice to have a quiet dinner with the woman you love. Perhaps some of you might feel that I am selfish or some sort of a masochist to compare my wife with Wanda and vice versa but the ’temptation’ to do so was just too great not to compare. While Wanda was small and petite, with small A-cup boobs, my wife was meatier (after her pregnancy) and had bigger breasts. Nonetheless, who’s in his right mind would complain?
I began to fantasize again - how nice it would be for a man to come home to his castle, to be served by his wife and his maid. I should change my bed to a King-sized bed so that it could accomodate both women with me in the middle. Of course my wife was no longer that young lass but the thought of being served by two women; one licking your balls while you like the other’s breasts. I could think of so many different positions to explore!
“Oei! Gila ah?”
my wife’s voice brought me back to reality,
“smile until like that? You kena Toto is it?”
she teased.
I smiled at her.
“I’m happy you are in good spirits dear.”
I replied. And I meant every word of it. It was truly refreshing for me to see her happy once again.
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Originally Posted by
alec
Sound like its gonna end very soon..
Thank you for your continued support,
Bro alec
. Like they say, all good things must come to an end. I started, just to share; ended up having 52 pages and still going on.
Some bros PM me saying this thread seems to be dragging; the title reads “I Finally Cheated on My Wife… with Our Maid” which they say I have already ‘achieved’ so maybe it’s time to end it?
They are, of course, correct. This thread is going to end but not so soon. There are still a few loose ends need to tying up. I will try my best not to MIA or just end abruptly.
If you guys like what you read, perhaps I would embark on another chapter?
Or start another thread based on Fred’s stories?
Once again, thanks for your support bro! Without you and the support of the other readers, I probably would have
pangjek
and stopped a long time ago.
Have a good lunch bro!
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ml1138
I would rather you continue with this story with a happy ending and than start with Fred…
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Yes is better to finish one story then start another new one, cheers!
Noted both your feedback
Bro ml1138
and
Bro diputs1269
!
How can I ignore the feedback of two of my loyal readers?
I will run the course of this thread. As mentioned above, there are some more loose ends to tie up before I can close this chapter. Some of you may have guessed what the ending might be but I will try my best to be concise but yet not abrupt. Am I making sense? Sorry, having a bad headache but can’t help but want to write a bit more tonight. Heh heh!
I wish I could share with you the thoughts and feeling I am going through as I write cos it feels so surreal for me; as if I was watching history unfold before me and some part of me want to try to change ‘one or two things in the past’ so that the ‘future’
might
be ‘brighter’?
Thanks for reading bros! Going for a Iced Milo Break!
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ParaParaSakura
Nice story, continue with it till the end,some like me reading story, don’t hv to be juicy and bonking all the time, just write and post what u feel, think and can remember. Many tks for ur time and brain cell kill in the process of writing this story.
Wow!
Bro ParaParaSakura
! Reminds me of the time when Cecilia Chung was younger and more ‘innocent’!
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Thank you for your support. I will try to write as much as I can!
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Originally Posted by
maxheadroom
It been many years that I wanting to have affair especially to the Maid. Thks to your stories, I finally find the courage get my neighbour maid. She no Indo, but a philipno. And she does smell very nice.
We been liking each other for a few month but scare of crossing mine and her line. And after reading and get her to start, it the happiest day of our life. For me I usually run around so on and off I can go back home get her to my place.
But I find she more horny then I am and usually she in control.
Thks bro
Wow
Bro maxheadroom
, youjoined in 2010 and your virgin post is in reply to my thread. I am flattered! Thank you!
I can neither condone nor condemn your actions but as I have been through shit before, I would want to warn you to be more careful not to hurt the people that truly love you.
Thanks again for your support, bro!
Really retro name, by the way. Max Headroom. Mr era one.
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Originally Posted by
xrage
What a nice story bro! I have been binge reading the past few weeks to catch up on this surreal story. Nice going bro!
It does feel like there are undercurrents with the OC, a definite potential blackmail with Nadia and the end to this saga is looming near..
very enjoyable read bro. looking forward to the rest of it.
And thanks for not abandoning your thread thus far!
Thanks for your compliments
Bro xrage
!
Like many of the bros said: women are really hard to fathom. Up till today, I cannot fully understand my wife, Wanda and Nadia. Maybe only themselves and god will know what they are really thinking?
I hate it when people stop their stories half way so I will try my best not to do the same although you guys have to forgive me for my lack of updates as I am not a professional writer. Sorry for the delays.
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Originally Posted by
NZbunny
Very exciting story and the writing has me visualizing the action. I am looking forward to more. Please continue till the end. Cheers.
Thank you
Bro NZbunny
!
I hope the few photos and illustrations that I have embedded helps with the visualization.
As mentioned, I will try my best to write to the end before I embark on newer projects. Thanks again!
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Please continue writing about Wanda.
For sure,
Bro otamay
! Thanks for continuing to camp here!
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Originally Posted by
meijipcc
great story, enjoy reading it. look forward to your next update TS.
Thanks for the compliments
Bro meijipcc
! Actually wanted to update today but the boss was breathing down my neck the whole afternoon. Just finished another round of meeting.
Recession looming. Boss is unhappy.
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Originally Posted by
smoky7
Very nice story TS, please share more
Thanks
Bro smoky7
for hanging around from the beginning till now. I will try to share as much as possible.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Camping here for more updates please.
Thanks for camping here
Bro diputs1269
! Will try to put in more exciting updates before the final curtain!
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
I began to fantasize again - how nice it would be for a man to come home to his castle, to be served by his wife and his maid. I should change my bed to a King-sized bed so that it could accomodate both women with me in the middle. Of course my wife was no longer that young lass but the thought of being served by two women; one licking your balls while you like the other’s breasts. I could think of so many different positions to explore!
“Oei! Gila ah?”
my wife’s voice brought me back to reality,
“smile until like that? You kena Toto is it?”
she teased.
I smiled at her.
“I’m happy you are in good spirits dear.”
I replied. And I meant every word of it. It was truly refreshing for me to see her happy once again.
The door swung open and my walked in; Wanda locked up after him.
“Sir, Ma’am”
Wanda greeted the both of us, giving us a slight nod in our respective directions.
“Come, eat with us,”
my wife beckoned Wanda to join us at the table. I gave Wanda a smile and nodded.
“Tak apa,”
Wanda waved back at us but my wife just got up and went to the kitchen to get another 2 sets of plates and utensils anyway.
Joining us at the table, my son ate hungrily while Wanda just sat there and ate like a mouse. Clearing my throat, I went on to make some small talk about their overseas trip.
“Alamak! Next time don’t ask me to go again,”
my son complained,
“the sun was so hot and we had to walk and walk and walk.”
he said between mouthfuls. My wife looked at him, amused.
“That’s not what you said when Aunty Nadia asked you,”
she challenged his complaint.
“It’s not nice to be brutally honest,”
my son chirped,
“Aba taught me this!”
and he pointed his ‘accusing finger’ at me.
“Say what? When did I say that?”
I asked.
“Yes you did say that!”
my son exclaimed.
“Ya ya ya. Whatever.”
my wife just rolled her eyes.
“Both you father and son are full of rubbish, you know that?”
We all broke out into laughter and had a good laugh.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Wanda giggling too. It made me feel a bit at ease that she was not
that
upset. I mean: if she could laugh at a joke, how ‘angry’ could she be?
Am I right?
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Nice updates here, looks like situation normalised now. Please continue writing.
Normalized? You think so too,
Bro otamay
?
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Originally Posted by
ml1138
good to see you all enjoying together, more update please..
It’s a fantasy that I think many men have,
Bro ml1138
! And I am glad to be able to cnjoy this, even for a short while.