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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
I can just imagine Nadia in her gym attire or better yet, in a string bikini, with only two pieces of small cloth covering her huge breasts.
How I wish I could just untie the bikini strings and let it fall off so that her large breasts can be free from captivity?
“Don’t so jealous la Aba!”
my son’s words brought me back to reality and I realized that I was actually drooling.
“Yes son, I am so envious of you. I left all alone here.”
I replied, trying to gain some sympathy votes.
“You are not alone, Aba! You got Wanda!”
he countered.
Now that he has brought up the topic of Wanda, maybe I could squeeze some ‘intel’ from him?
Since he innocently brought up the topic of Wanda, I should ‘reciprocate’ and innocently ask him some questions about Wanda - test water a bit.
“Kakak is very nice to me, like an older sister.”
I beamed with pride the moment he said those words.
“She always takes care of me, makes sure I have enough to eat and when the boys at school tease me, she will fend them off.”
“Wah! Your kakak so pandai ah? Fight off bullies ah?”
I asked, bemused.
“Yes!”
he said as he punched his fist into the air.
“You mean she punched them?”
I asked in jest.
“No la! They make fun of me so old already still need people to escort me home so kakak went up to them and then she said something that made them all fall silent and run away. They still make fun of me but only when Kakak is not around.”
Fending off bullies? Talking bullies down? This is certainly a part of Wanda that I could not imagine. Perhaps my son was exaggerating for I could never envision a docile girl like Wanda being so ‘fierce’.
“So if you are Captain America, then Kakak should be Wonder Woman?”
I asked, still amused at the latest revelation.
“No la Aba! How can Kakak be Woman Woman?”
He protested,
“Wonder Woman……….”
His voice trailed off and his face became beet red. I knew he was referring to Wanda having smaller boobs as compared to the several actresses that played Wonder Woman on TV and in the movies.
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“Wonder Woman? What thing?”
I egged him on for a response but my son was fast to find an ’escape’ door.
“Aba, why you all suddenly ask me about Wanda?”
he suddenly asked.
“What do you mean by ‘you all’? Who else wanted to know about Wanda?”
It was obvious I was not the only one who’s ‘interested’ to hear my son’s views about Wanda,
“Who else wanted to know about Wanda?”
I asked. This made me more convinced that I need to gather as much ‘intel’ as possible. Did they already suspect Wanda and me? Why were they so ‘concerned’ about Wanda? I really felt that I needed to get to the bottom of this.
He kept silent. For a moment, none of us uttered a word.
Then, my son ‘caved in’.
“Aba, if I tell you, you must promise never to tell anyone else ok? Scouts honour?”
I nodded.
One thing about my son, he values chivalry very much; even more so after he had joined the Scouts. That’s probably why likes to align himself with heroes with ‘high morals’ like Captain America. He always felt Iron Man was more of a womanizer and a playboy. I chuckled at his assessment. Perhaps he will change his tune the moment puberty hits him? Only time will tell but for now, I was only concerned in gathering as much ‘intel’ as possible.
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Originally Posted by
alec
ALL RIGHT!!! u r back!
Yes. Hopefully I can find more pockets of time to update
Bro alec
. Now under ’new management’ so things are a bit different
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Yes more ‘intel’ updates please.
Yes Sir!
Bro diputs1269
, Sir! As above, I am trying to gather as much ‘intel’ as posible, Sir!
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Thanks, I also want to know more of Wonder Wanda hehe.
But she’s the one with the smaller boobs,
Bro diputs1269
; not that I am complaining
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
He kept silent. For a moment, none of us uttered a word.
Then, my son ‘caved in’.
“Aba, if I tell you, you must promise never to tell anyone else ok? Scouts honour?”
I nodded.
One thing about my son, he values chivalry very much; even more so after he had joined the Scouts. That’s probably why likes to align himself with heroes with ‘high morals’ like Captain America. He always felt Iron Man was more of a womanizer and a playboy. I chuckled at his assessment. Perhaps he will change his tune the moment puberty hits him? Only time will tell but for now, I was only concerned in gathering as much ‘intel’ as possible.
Seeing my chance, I tried to slowly bait my boy into telling me more.
My initial guess was correct; the first person who enquired about Wanda was my own mother. Apparently she felt Wanda looked too young to be able to handle the household chores and look after my wife and son at the same time.
I was hoping my second guess to be correct but my son proved me wrong. Apparently up till today, my wife did not ask a word about Wanda and, miraculously, my wife hadn’t mention much about
that day
, or so it seems. And since he didn’t bring up that topic, I thought it wise to let sleeping dogs lie.
The next few ‘suspects’ didn’t come as a surprise; the three sisters all probed
Adek
on our maid. Some of the more notably questions were if my son found Wanda attractive? Whether my son wanted a girl like Wanda as his girlfriend? I was really blown away! These three sisters are really nosey parkers; I mean what kind of question is that to ask an eleven-year-old boy? But then again, I noted a difference in the tone of voice when this particular question was asked. Was my son undergoing puberty? Was he ashamed to admit that he was now slowly attracted to girls? I struggled to contain my laughter for fear of ’losing my imformant’.
As much as I found it amusing, at the back of my head, I kept thinking what was so special about Wanda that made them all
that
‘curious’? Although none of my son’s comments pointed towards me, I could only guess that he was too innocent to pick up their intent. Or was I getting too paranoid again?
Then it dawned to me: weren’t they supposed to
fly to Yogyakarta
? Why did
Adek
only mention the resort?
Something didn’t sound right. As I was about to fire off another volley of questions, my wife approached us. My son took the que and snapped me a salute,
“Permission to go bathe, Sir?”
“Permission granted, Captain!”
I returned his salute.
With that, he turned and bolted towards the bathroom.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
More updates please.
Sorry for the long leave of absence,
Bro diputs1269
. Had to settle some stuff in real life. Will try to regularly update.
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Originally Posted by
sexcision
Thanks for coming back! Continuous support from me!
And thank you so much for continuing to support my thread,
Bro sexcision
!
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Originally Posted by
matey1982
more updates please, thx
Will try to do that
Bro matey1982
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Originally Posted by
otamay
More updates please.
Thank you for continuously supporting my thread,
Bro otamay
! Sorry for the extended leave of absence. As mentioned, had some things to work out in real life.
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Originally Posted by
hawkeye007
In the words of Queen…. Another one bites the dust….
Hi
Bro hawkeye007
! Speaking of Queen, did you manage to watch that movie?
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Originally Posted by
treff
I hope TS will be more cautious with his maid, this maid Wanda doesn’t seem so simple. There seems to be more about her than meets the eye
Without spoiling anything, I would have to agree with you
Bro treff
; how right you are!
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Originally Posted by
alec
with the lesser updates, i guess this thread is moving into sunset…
All good things must come to an end,
Bro alec
. But maybe there is a ‘Part 2’? How my maid became my wife? Hahaha!
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Originally Posted by
ml1138
Hope TS will continue and if I’m right he will have a happy ending with Wanda!
Happiness is relative,
Bro ml1138
. I wonder if mine is considered ‘happy’?
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Originally Posted by
xsammy
bro, waiting for update
You wish is my command,
Bro xsammy
. Please see the
short update
below. Heh heh!
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Originally Posted by
Capricorn69
Just fuck her so long as your wife don’t know
Sounds like a plan,
Bro Capricorn69
! Why not? As long as you don’t get caught, right?
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Originally Posted by
Orange22
Enjoying the story, thanks TS
Thank you
Bro Orange22
!
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Originally Posted by
Awesomecatisawe
TS where are you? Have you started a new thread on fred and leave the wanda saga hanging?
I hope alls well in your life. Come back soon!
I took a break,
Bro Awesomecatisawe
. Sorry for the leave of absence.
I didn’t start any thread on Fred although that joker has been bombarding my phone with lots of porno pics and Chinese articles, which reminds me - any one of you can translate Chinese to English? I am very handicapped in this area and always have to resort to Google.
I did, however, start
a new thread on someone I mentioned here
. I wonder if you can guess who she is without reading to the (possible) end to that story?
Coming back. Soon.
Akan Datang
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Originally Posted by
zl1983
Hope to see u back soon TS.
I want to come back sooner,
Bro zl1983
but your pics keep distracting me. One moment my hands are on the keyboard and mouse; the next…… And I forgot what I wanted to say. LOL!
Thank you for the support bro.
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Originally Posted by
Fat Fatt
TS where are you? At least try to write a conclusion if u are more motivated to move to another story ….
Hi
Bro Fat Fatt
! I always struggled at composition in school; punctuation was a big problem to me. Haha! Anyway, as mentioned (and in reply to some bro PMs) in some of my previous postings, I will try to do justice to the thread title “I Finally Cheated on My Wife… with Our Maid”.
I didn’t really move on to another story,
just a short spin-off
though.
I’ll be back. Soon.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Then it dawned to me: weren’t they supposed to
fly to Yogyakarta
? Why did
Adek
only mention the resort?
Something didn’t sound right. As I was about to fire off another volley of questions, my wife approached us. My son took the que and snapped me a salute,
“Permission to go bathe, Sir?”
“Permission granted, Captain!”
I returned his salute.
With that, he turned and bolted towards the bathroom.
I decided to take a break.
First thing the next morning, I will go to my boss and apply for leave. I will take as many days as I could, just to spend time with my wife and son.
There’s this saying about taking things for granted; we often don’t show gratitude for the things we have but bemoan for the things that we don’t. Call me sentimental but I started to recall how I met my wife years ago; how I courted her and how she bore us a son that I loved dearly.
The trade-off? She suddenly lost interest in sex. Yet, after that faithful trip to Indonesia, my wife suddenly offering to '
shared the bed
with me’ again. Could she want to rekindle something sexual with me? Her seems to keep contradicting herself, particularly her question on whether I wanted her anymore? This puzzled me further.
I wonder: Had my wife and I continued to have frequent sex on a regular basis, would I have still opened my heart to Wanda? My heart and mind was in turmoil as I wondered what kind of monster I have become?
But then again, if I had the chance to turn back the clock, would I have done things differently? Was this a test set by God? Or perhaps unavoidable Fate? Or did I really have a choice?
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
I wonder: Had my wife and I continued to have frequent sex on a regular basis, would I have still opened my heart to Wanda? My heart and mind was in turmoil as I wondered what kind of monster I have become?
But then again, if I had the chance to turn back the clock, would I have done things differently? Was this a test set by God? Or perhaps unavoidable Fate? Or did I really have a choice?
My manager eyed me with concern,
“Are you ok, Serfly?”
he asked solemnly,
“why the sudden need to take leave at such short notice?”
I assured him that everything was fine; I just needed to spend some time with my (sick) wife as my mind flashed back to the night before.
My wife had picked up a call and adjourned to one corner
; apparently it was one of her sisters on the line and she wanted some privacy and I was left alone with
Adek
. My wife came back momentarily and my boy excused himself to take a bath.
“Nadia lah!”
she began,
“I think she’s drunk. Rambling something about her
teenage step-daughter
seeing some KLK
*
.”
I wanted to sound out to her that that was a politically incorrect term to use but she continued talking so I let it slide. It was quite to see my wife in such a mood so I leave her be. It was rare to have her talk to me, let alone confide in me about her beloved sister. I nodded and smiled and let her have the stage, enjoying this warm moment.
“Oei!”
she snapped,
“nothing to say ah?”
she asked. Usually I would make some swipe at Nadia and her cronies but tonight I just wanted to listen to what my wife had to share. Or, maybe perhaps, I was waiting for her to divulge what happened during her overseas trip but she would not give me that luxury.
“Faster go bathe and come to bed, Abang.”
she said, almost a whisper and I thought I noticed her giving me a come-hither look? Or was I just being sex-starved?
Soaping myself, my mind wondered off to my wife’s comments about Nadia and her step-daughter. While Nadia was full-bodied and voluptuous, her step-daughter, Kristy, was another story all together; Kristy was your typical Chinese girl-next-door - more of a ‘plain Jane’, in contrast to the sophisticated charm that Nadia allured.
I would suppose Kristy would appeal to younger males; no doubt she should be quite popular with the boys in her JC but I heard she was quite a snooty character with her rich family background and all. But, like most young, teenage girls, Kristy was lacking in the boobs department. Just wondering why rich people also will have problems?
Not wanting my wife to wait too long for me, I quickly washed up and proceeded to our cool bedroom.
*
Disclaimer: Please forgive the language. Is not meant to offend or discriminate.
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Originally Posted by
OngJenni
Really good story bro, thanks for sharing!
Thank you for your support,
Bro OngJenni
!
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Thanks TS for the update here. Whatever is done cannot be undone.
Now is the time to cover all tracks that can lead to your juicy activities.
Please continue writing.
Covering tracks is one of the most heart-pounding activities,
Bro otamay
. Really not for the fainthearted. Haha!
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Originally Posted by
ml1138
my sentiment, yes TS continue for whatever we are still waiting for your story….
Yes,
Bro ml1138
! Will try to update.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Thanks for the nice update here, new character here is Kristy. Please continue writing.
Not exactly a ’new’ character,
Bro diputs1269
. She was actually mentioned
here
.
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Originally Posted by
alec
wah… heng u remembered to come back continue… i kinda forget, TS how long ago did these events happen?
Of course will remember,
Bro alec
. What did you forget? This thread? It’s only a month bro; don’t like that la!
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Originally Posted by
otamay
Please continue, how long never do with your wife?
Very long already,
Bro otamay
! She closed her factory doors after my son was born, remember?
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Soaping myself, my mind wondered off to my wife’s comments about Nadia and her step-daughter. While Nadia was full-bodied and voluptuous, her step-daughter, Kristy, was another story all together; Kristy was your typical Chinese girl-next-door - more of a ‘plain Jane’, in contrast to the sophisticated charm that Nadia allured.
I would suppose Kristy would appeal to younger males; no doubt she should be quite popular with the boys in her JC but I heard she was quite a snooty character with her rich family background and all. But, like most young, teenage girls, Kristy was lacking in the boobs department. Just wondering why rich people also will have problems?
Not wanting my wife to wait too long for me, I quickly washed up and proceeded to our cool bedroom.
By the time I dried myself and went into the bedroom, my wife was already snoring away. Seeing that she was wearing a one-piece nightie, the small head took over me and I raised the hem of the nightie above her waist and pull down her panties.
The sudden movement caused her to wake up.
“Tired bang,”
she protested feebly,
“tomorrow night ok?”
she suggested but I was too consumed in my own lust to be deterred by her so I pressed on.
“Abang!”
she hissed as softly as she could. I half expected her to get irritated by my persistence and reject me; to deny me of any further advances but her response surprised me.
“Not too loud,”
she whispered,
“next door can hear.”
On hearing this, I pulled her panties all the way down to her feet and threw them behind me and then I buried my face into her nether regions.
“Hmmph…”
she moan while I battled the musky smell that accompanied her bushy, black forest; she was no Wanda but in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t be too bothered and I soldiered on, using my tongue to invite the inner walls of her love hole.
“Abang!”
she called out, in between her moans, this time more audible,
“Don’t stop! So nice!”
as she grabbed onto my hair, tugging it as if to encourage me to tongue her faster.
I could feel her wetness on my face and this made me even harder. Not wanting to let her have all the fun, I got off and positioned my hard rod at the mouth of her dripping wet pussy.
How long has it been since I fucked my own wife, I wondered?
I pushed my smaller head into her, facing some resistance.
“Slowly, abang,”
she groaned,
“Pain.”
I hadn’t expect her pussy to be so tight, especially after childbirth but the tautness only fueled my lust even further and I slowly applied pressure until the full length of my throbbing piston was inside of her.
Once inside, I began to pump her rhythmically, jerking harder every now and then, just to hear an ‘appreciative’ moan from her. I begin to feel pressure building up; perhaps after fucking Wanda regularly, the recent ‘dry spell’ made me so sex-starved that I felt that I was going to come sooner than expected. I felt my cock throbbing inside of my wife’s warm pussy.
She must have felt it too.
“Take it out,”
she said,
“I don’t want to get pregnant again.”
she pleaded but I continued pumping, with greater ferocity.
“Take it out.”
she pleaded as she tried to push me away. Not wanting to spoil the good that I had going, I relented.
“Shoot where?”
I asked as I knew I could not hold it in much longer.
“Shoot all over me,”
she said as she stripped off her nightie and laid below me. I wanted to protest and bargain to come inside her mouth; the mind is strong but the flesh was weak as I began to buckle and shot my load all over her breasts and tummy.
I have been so used to shooting inside of Wanda that I forgot how it feels like to have my bullets shooting through the air. I grunted a few times as I emptied the contents of my balls onto my wife’s warm body.