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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
As I jeered at him, I saw a small petite girl board the car from the passenger side. Isn’t that Wanda? I accelerated so that I could move alongside to him but as if he could read my mind, that arrogant man moved off at the same time. No matter, he would have to stop at the junction and I could easily catch up with him. And, with traffic as bad as it is, he couldn’t get far even if he wanted to.
As expected, he was stationary at the junction. As I caught up with him, he turned into the major and merged with the morning traffic. I accelerated but before I could turn into the major road, I was stopped by loud honking; cars that were plying along the major roads refused to slow down and let me pass. I was forced to jam my brakes and wait, with my car slightly over the stop line. I cursed under my breath as I watched vehicles of all shapes and sizes whizzed past me.
I grew impatient of waiting. Every single moment I lost waiting for my turn, the greater the distance between that stupid white car and me.
“Why didn’t I accelerate earlier?”
I chided myself. Memories of that arrogant guy making fun of me flooded my mind.
“Hello,
you car engine got problem is it
?”
I could remember him jeering at me.
“Please la!
Have some standard
, change your cheap Korean car to a continental car like mine.”
I just couldn’t take him belittling me just because he drove a bigger, more expensive car than me. The way he leered at Wanda made me sick. I was such a fool to have let her send
Adek
to school on her own. How could I have been so foolish?
I slowly inched towards the main road until the oncoming cars had no choice but to give way to me. I was met with angry honks but I was oblivious; my mind was to catch up with that white car.
I floored my accelerator. I scanned the roads in front of me; they couldn’t have gotten far in this traffic. I overtook as many cars as I could so that I could shorten the distance between our vehicles but I take it that it was a lost cause. The amount of time I was stuck in the minor road had given them the chance to escape.
“Fuck!”
I cursed as I slapped my steering wheel angrily. How could I have been so careless? I wondered where they could be as I drove aimlessly. Could he have brought Wanda to one of the budget hotels along Balestier Road? Or maybe he brought her to one of the sex shops along Geylang to buy her more sexy lingerie or perhaps sex toys to spice up their love-making?
My mind raced as I thought of the many possibilities; the many places he could have brought her. Afterall, Wanda had the whole day and the whole flat to herself until
Adek
came home in the afternoon. It was then I felt a knot tighten in my stomach.
Wanda had the whole flat to herself.
Could she have brought that obnoxious man home?
My imagination ran wild. I began thinking of the various different scenarios; every one of them with Wanda ending up in bed, getting pounded by that hateful man.
“Sayang,”
Wanda would coo,
“why not you come my house? My master go work. He not at home. You can come inside.”
Would she call him
‘sayang’
also? I thought that term of endearment was reserved only for me. The words ‘come inside’ triggered even more frustration as I became jealous of the fact that Wanda could have even let this filthy man ejaculate inside of her. My poor, pure Wanda! Being tarnished by a man who obviously did not love her as I did.
Would Wanda be in her sexy
lacy lingerie
, seducing that dirty, pot-bellied fucker?
“Fucker!”
I hissed under my breath.
Adek’s
school was a stone’s throw away from my flat but my mindless driving had brought me to the other side of the neighborhood and my home was on the opposite side of where I was. I glanced at the clock on the centre console of my dashboard - there was only time to either get back home or drive to work.
“There will always be another time.”
My inner voice tried to reason with myself and remind me that it was a working day and my duties to my employer. I remember seeing Wanda get into the white car. Maybe tomorrow she would not get into the car. Or maybe he won’t be there tomorrow? Or maybe this was not his only car? There were too many possibilities; too many factors to consider. Screw the job! So what if I still have the job while I’m being made a cuckold? It’s now or never.
I am going to catch that fucker and when I catch him, I will beat the shit out of him. I will claim that I thought he was a thief and that he had trespassed my home and wanted to rape my maid. There was no recourse for him. I am going to get him.
Having made up my mind, I pointed my car in the direction of my flat and sped towards it.
Wanda, wait for me. I am coming.
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Originally Posted by
jwat
Shit, camping, you got cucked (arch rival) by your maid ?
I hope not,
Bro jwat
. Rushing back to catch them in the act
now
.
Was supposed to do two updates/posts today but I messed up and lost one of the posts. Now have to re-write the second post
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Originally Posted by
Serious
She better not! Awesome writing bro, keep it up!
Hope I can shed some light in this installment,
Bro Serious
. Really very upset that I didn’t save my draft last night so have to re-write.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Yes please rush to rescue Wanda, cheers!.
Thank you for your continued support,
Bro diputs1269
.
Hope I can write something before my son gets home.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
“There will always be another time.”
My inner voice tried to reason with myself and remind me that it was a working day and my duties to my employer. I remember seeing Wanda get into the white car. Maybe tomorrow she would not get into the car. Or maybe he won’t be there tomorrow? Or maybe this was not his only car? There were too many possibilities; too many factors to consider. Screw the job! So what if I still have the job while I’m being made a cuckold? It’s now or never.
I am going to catch that fucker and when I catch him, I will beat the shit out of him. I will claim that I thought he was a thief and that he had trespassed my home and wanted to rape my maid. There was no recourse for him. I am going to get him.
Having made up my mind, I pointed my car in the direction of my flat and sped towards it.
Wanda, wait for me. I am coming.
Like a tsunami, all sorts of ideas flooded into my brain as I drove home. Should I park at my normal parking lot? Should I park at the loading/unloading bay under my block? How should I approach this whole situation? My heart was pounding real fast as I neared my home.
I decided against going to the multistorey car park as I would have to park at the upper decks. Then, I would have to walk down to the ground floor and then cut across the grass to get back to my flat. Precious time would be wasted; that fucker could be a ‘speedy Gonzales’ and finished fucking by the time I got home. I wanted to catch them red handed, in bed.
I drove towards my block but decided against parking directly under it. Lest one of the other maids in the neighborhood saw me and sound the alarm. I recalled
one particular maid who came up to me and warned me to
“be careful of Wanda”
. I’ve not thought much of it until now. I wonder what she really meant by this and who else is in on this? What was her name again?
Nurul
?
As I entered the lift, I pressed the floor above my flat. I thought it a good idea to do a ‘flanking maneuver’; to go past my unit and then walk down using the other flight of stairs. On hindsight, I suppose I wasn’t thinking straight as I shut my brain from thinking otherwise.
Would Wanda be sucking his cock in the living room? Could he have something that rivals mine? So much so Wanda won’t look at me the same way ever again?
( Click to show/hide )
Or maybe she would get him to wait on the bed and come out in a bathrobe, just like how
we role-played in the hotel
the other time?
( Click to show/hide )
How innocent she looked back then, in that white bathrobe!
Now, when I think of the
lacy lingerie
I found in her drawer, I shuddered to think how sex-starved she has become? Is it because of me that she has become this way? Or has she been pounded by some other guy? She didn’t have any off day; even if she had, she would have spent that day with me or
Adek
so how could she have had another man on the side? But then again, with me coming home later than usual, she would always have the flat to herself for the whole morning; there was some upgrading at the older HDB blocks. Was she fucking one of the construction workers? Correction: was she being fucked by one of those foreign workers? Maybe they had stopped by to ask her for a drink and she
offered them a taste of her wet pussy
instead? A gang bang? Or was she sexually grooming
Adek
? Was that why they were no longer that close anymore? I felt dizzy with all these thoughts going through my head. I had to stop.
When I got to the front door, I pushed all these crazy ideas to the back of my head. I had to focus on the task at hand. I fumbled with my keys. I made a mental note that I should have taken out my padlock key and main door key so that they wouldn’t make so much noise and I struggled to unlock the gate. As the door creaked open, I surveyed the seemingly empty flat - there was nobody in the living room as expected.
As much as I wanted to catch them in the act, a part of me was reluctant to believe that Wanda would so blatantly betray my love towards her. I decided to check the kitchen and the toilet first. Expectedly, there was nobody there. I then proceeded to the other rooms, leaving my master bedroom last. All of them showed no signs of activity which led me to the master bedroom. With my heart in my mouth, I walked towards my room and turned the door knob.
It was locked.
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Originally Posted by
georgie1994
flow of story is smooth, and wait the next episode uploading
Thanks
Bro georgie1994
. Hope you enjoy it.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Oh no, why is the master bedroom locked? Hope that nobody is inside the room.
Where is
my
Wanda?
Your one ah,
Bro diputs1269
?
You take go home lor! Heh heh!
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
When I got to the front door, I pushed all these crazy ideas to the back of my head. I had to focus on the task at hand. I fumbled with my keys. I made a mental note that I should have taken out my padlock key and main door key so that they wouldn’t make so much noise and I struggled to unlock the gate. As the door creaked open, I surveyed the seemingly empty flat - there was nobody in the living room as expected.
As much as I wanted to catch them in the act, a part of me was reluctant to believe that Wanda would so blatantly betray my love towards her. I decided to check the kitchen and the toilet first. Expectedly, there was nobody there. I then proceeded to the other rooms, leaving my master bedroom last. All of them showed no signs of activity which led me to the master bedroom. With my heart in my mouth, I walked towards my room and turned the door knob.
It was locked.
Why was my master bedroom door locked? All those crazy thoughts flooded my mind again and I wanted to bang the door down with my fists. I pricked my ears for any noise but I could hear nothing. Could they have heard me come home and they are holing themselves inside the room, waiting for me to leave? It was déjà vu for me; just like the time when my family
almost caught me fucking Wanda in the master bedroom
had they come home earlier. Was this my comeuppance?
I tried the knob of the master bedroom door again. It’s locked. Confirm.
With shaking hands, I fumbled with the bunch of keys in my pants pocket. I finally unlocked the door and pushed the door wide open. Like a paparazzi hungry for his next scoop, I took out my phone and started video recording; there was no way I would let evidence slip out of my hands. I was going to show this evidence to
Adek’s
principal and shame this idiot for what he’s worth. His reputation would be tarnished!
I felt the cool air of the room. That adulterous pair must have just turned off the air-conditioner. Fucking in comfort, I see. I turned on the lights. There was nobody in the room although the bed was a mess; as if some one or some “two” had just slept on it.
“Bastard.”
I cursed under my breath. They must have retreated to the attached bathroom.
I slowly made my way to the bathroom, my heart pounding even faster. I reached for the door knob and gave it a twist, expecting it to be locked.
But it wasn’t.
I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. Maybe they had given up hiding and was ready to confront me. Recalling how haughty that pot-bellied man was made me sick. I braced myself for another fight; this time I am in the right. He had trespassed my home. He was fucking my maid. Even if he wasn’t, from my video recording, I could prove that he was alone with my maid in my toilet. Who, in the right mind would do such a thing?
Taking another deep breath, I twisted the door knob and give it a slight push.
“Oei!”
was all I could muster as the door swung open. This was the moment of truth.
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Originally Posted by
jwat
Adek ???
Camping
Good one,
Bro jwat
. Heh heh. But no, he’s at school.
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Originally Posted by
brece
Omg please continue TS
Will try to continue,
Bro brece
. But the connection here sucks.
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Originally Posted by
Masterl23
Nice share, look forward to more.
Sharing is caring,
Bro Masterl23
. Heh heh.
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Originally Posted by
diputs1269
Wanda in the toilet ‘pangsai"
Ya. Ya. She lock the master bedroom door but not the toilet door,
Bro diputs1269
?
But then again, if you ever had maids, some of the things they do will make you roll your eyes.
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Originally Posted by
itchybottomside
Very nice thread, support!
Thank you for your support,
Bro itchybottomside
. Will try to continue regularly.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
I slowly made my way to the bathroom, my heart pounding even faster. I reached for the door knob and gave it a twist, expecting it to be locked.
But it wasn’t.
I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. Maybe they had given up hiding and was ready to confront me. Recalling how haughty that pot-bellied man was made me sick. I braced myself for another fight; this time I am in the right. He had trespassed my home. He was fucking my maid. Even if he wasn’t, from my video recording, I could prove that he was alone with my maid in my toilet. Who, in the right mind would do such a thing?
Taking another deep breath, I twisted the door knob and give it a slight push.
“Oei!”
was all I could muster as the door swung open. This was the moment of truth.
All that excitement build-up was for nothing.
The toilet ended up being empty. No naked bodies. No fucking. There wasn’t even anybody taking a shit inside.
Then why the locked door? Could I have mistakenly locked the door in my haste to get out of the flat? I mentally retraced my steps, from the moment I woke up up till the part I saw the white car leaving
Adek’s
school. But before I could solve this mystery, my phone started to scream ‘bloody murder’.
It was my boss on the line. And he wasn’t pleased.
“Serfly! Where are you? The whole office is waiting for you to start the meeting!”
Damn it! I couldn’t have chosen a better time to screw up.
I left my home as hurriedly as I came back. But I made sure I gave the place another check before I locked up and left. When I got to my car, I saw a piece of white paper lodged beneath my windscreen wiper.
“Great! A parking ticket.”
I muttered under my breath as I snatched the paper, freeing it from captivity.
I went back to an office of angry faces; made some silly excuse that
Adek
had forgotten his books and I needed to double-back to his school. The day was basically spoiled so I had no intent to put in any extra hours that day; I shut off my terminal and made my way to my car and drove home the moment the work day was over.
I got home pretty early and this surprised
Adek
and Wanda.
“Sir balik.”
Wanda greeted me as I entered the flat.
Adek
craned his head from under his mobile phone and gave me a look before going back to his game. The morning’s mystery was still weighing heavily on my head and I wondered how I should broach this subject to Wanda? Should I be very frank and straightforward and ask her directly or should I spend some time observing her first?
Dinner was a quiet affair as we silently ate our meal at the table.
Adek
was playing with his phone as he ate. This irritated me and I began glaring angrily at him. He continued playing, oblivious to my stares but Wanda was quick to notice this and gently nudged
Adek
.
“What?”
Adek asked. Wanda quietly nodded at his phone before darting her eyes in my direction. Rebellious as he was getting,
Adek
didn’t want to test my patience as he set his phone aside and finished his meal as quickly as he could. As he got up to leave, I cleared my throat, signalling to him that I had something to say.
Adek
seemed oblivious; he left his plate of half-eaten food on the table, picked up his phone and proceeded to the living room.
“What do you take this home for?”
I bellowed.
Adek
stopped in his tracks. He turned and looked at me; his eyes challenging my words.
“You are just a primary school boy. Don’t give me that attitude.”
I shouted.
Adek
didn’t back down. He continued to stare at me, clenching his fists in defiance.
“You not happy, is it?”
I challenged him, “that
stunt you pulled the other day at school
; you think you very smart, is it?”
“I was late.” Adek
hissed.
“And that gave you the excuse to treat me, your father, the way you did? What do you take me for? Your servant?”
I said as I stood up.
Adek
started his defense - ranging from how he lost his mother and was now ‘handicapped’ because he comes from a ‘single parent’ family to how I made him ’lose face’ by quarreling with Mr Neo, a prominent member of the Parents-Teachers Association so much so the other boys started making fun of him. He went on with this tirade but I knew I had to put my foot down. I felt disrespected and maybe the thought of Wanda leaving with ‘Mr Neo’ was the last straw.
“Enough!”
I shouted. I went up towards
Adek
, snatched his phone and flung it across the room. The room fell into silence. Hot tears rolled down
Adek’s
eyes as I felt a pang of guilt for treating him this way.
“You may have lost your mother but make no mistake - I have also lost my wife. So if you think you are the only one who has lost a loved one. Think again.”
I said as I found myself sobbing uncontrollably. It is true that
sex between my wife and I was close to non-existent
, but she was my lawfully wedded wife, nonetheless and I missed her dearly. It was my turn to let loose and I flew off my handle; whatever complaints
Adek
had, I was sure to counter it and add on to them. In my mind’s eye, I was the true victim in this whole situation because I was now not only the father but also the mother and the sole breadwinner of this family. And I wanted
Adek
to see this. I wanted
Adek
to feel my pain. I wanted
Adek
to respect me.
Sensing that I now have the upper-hand, I took this chance to set down some rules. Firstly, I was going to get Adek a tutor. He protested but a glare from him silenced that. Secondly, I announced that with my wife gone, the household responsibilities fell upon Wanda’s shoulders and he was to respect her as he would an elder sister. I wanted to tell him that Wanda would soon be his step-mother but I felt it was too soon; as if I didn’t honor my wife’s death. And also, after today’s episode, I had reservations towards Wanda.
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Originally Posted by
Bigbluebird
Some updates would be nice
“Now” busy looking for a
tutor
for
Adek
cos his results very bad and exams coming soon,
Bro Bigbluebird
.
You got any good recommendation? Heh heh!
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Originally Posted by
Bigbluebird
Some updates would be nice
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Originally Posted by
AmpedUp
Support from here as well
Thank you for your support
Bro Bigbluebird
and
Bro AmpedUp
.
Wonder how this thread got fired up again cos I just started updating on
Adek’s Home Tutor(s)
but who knows? Maybe something over there may jog my memory of Wanda and I do a double back?
In any case, thank you both for your support. I will try my best.
A bit tough to update when my son is around (still in that ‘self righteous’ stage) so hope you all understand.