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SerflySGR
“Abang jahat!”
she squealed as she lather my belly, squatting down in the process. I looked down expectantly but Wanda gave it a miss. She soaped both my thighs, all the way to my feet but she purposely avoided my erect member.
Then, while holding onto my thighs as support, I suddenly felt Wanda’s tongue on my balls, leading up my shaft to the tip of my penis. Seeing that she had caught my attention, she looked me in the eyes lustfully before she took the length of my cock into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down the length of my cock, I could hear slurping sounds escape from her mouth.
I began to breathe heavily, rhythmically rocking my hips in tandem with her movements. Involuntarily, my hands found themselves on her cheeks as I ‘guided’ her head up and down my shaft. Although I had climaxed a few times that day, I could still feel the stimulation and this made me feel young again! I never knew that I could feel this way after all these years. Now I know why some of my older friends say that fucking a younger girl makes you feel younger; makes you feel so much alive!
Wanda released my cock from her mouth and began to soap every single inch of my erect penis, paying careful attention to the tip, sending waves of sensations down my spine. As she increased the tempo of her rubs on my dick head, I felt the euphoria that I have been reacquainted recently and I started to tremble. I felt my knees start to buckle and I held on to the wall as I erupted into her expectant mouth.
For the first time in a very long time, I could feel my balls ache as I emptied my remaining semen onto Wanda. When my ejaculation subsided, she gave my deflating, hardworking cock a peck, as if to acknowledge that he had done a decent job for a man close to his fifties.
I shuddered as she washed me down for the tip of my penis was still sore after the last ejaculation. Seeing this, she seemed to take more care not to spray water directly at it. I was touched by her thoughtfulness; who wouldn’t?
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SerflySGR
For the first time in a very long time, I could feel my balls ache as I emptied my remaining semen onto Wanda. When my ejaculation subsided, she gave my deflating, hardworking cock a peck, as if to acknowledge that he had done a decent job for a man close to his fifties.
I shuddered as she washed me down for the tip of my penis was still sore after the last ejaculation. Seeing this, she seemed to take more care not to spray water directly at it. I was touched by her thoughtfulness; who wouldn’t?
By the time we checked out of the hotel, it was pretty late. Even though we were famished, we decided against going for a ‘proper meal’. Wanda was very understanding; she assured me that she would have rather spent more time with me than to just go out eating. So, I got Wanda to pack some
Roti Prata
while I waited in the car. Next, we headed to the nearest supermarket to stock up on some groceries – all these, just to cover our tracks. Afterall, it was made known that I brought Wanda out to ‘run some errands’.
While in the supermarket, we behaved like newly-weds out grocery shopping. Wanda would pick different items and show them to me to get my approval before placing the item into the shopping trolley. My wife, on the other hand, never did this. She used to be a career nurse and everything to her was either too unhealthy or had too much preservatives. Whichever the case, she was the expert and she needed no counsel from me. When I was with my wife, my job was to just foot the bill and drive her home. What a refreshing change, for once.
During the drive home, I became bolder and placed my hand on Wanda’s lap, stroking it as I cruised down the highway. At ‘safer’ intervals, Wanda would lay her head on my shoulder while I drive. Sometimes, she would steal a few pecks on my cheek. Not wanting to start something that I could not finish, I restricted my free hand to spots which would not unleash the ‘horniess’ in her. But all good things must come to an end and the drive home ended too soon and before we both knew it, we arrived at our multi-storey car park.
When we got home, my son was watching television. My wife, on the other hand, had retired for the night. I was relieved as I didn’t know how to explain our many hours of absence to her. The three of us shared the
Roti Prata
(with fish curry; it has to be fish curry!) and turned in for the night. While I lay alone in my bed, I began to recall the events that took place in the day. How I wish I didn’t have to report back to work the next day!
Sorry for the long wait. Many things happen in the past few months (some of them will probably end up in the story)
Would like to take you all for your patience. Give me some more time to sort things out.
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benxiong
My ex FB behave the same to her ex husband. She told me she said those exact words which you mentioned. I reason with her and explain she is immature and inviting problem. True enough , she told me her late husband went into an affair with his secretary. I told her her late husband loves her. Wanted to do with her. She rejected and think he treat her as sex object. What if the scenerio reverse? She wants but the husband don’t give? What will she think then? She was dumb folded. Sad to say she still think she is right after so many years even though she aged till she met me. From then, i learn that she is a spoilt brag. Always being pampered by family since young. Because her age gap with her siblings were 10 years apart. Therefore, many give in to her. And she always think she is right without proper guidance from parents and sibling.
Sorry I missed your comment from way back
Bro benxiong
! My sincere apologies!
We are all men and human. We have needs. Yes you are correct; if we can get fed (properly) at home, would we look elsewhere?
Hope that your FB will be see the light with your guidance bro.
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SerflySGR
When we got home, my son was watching television. My wife, on the other hand, had retired for the night. I was relieved as I didn’t know how to explain our many hours of absence to her. The three of us shared the
Roti Prata
(with fish curry; it has to be fish curry!) and turned in for the night. While I lay alone in my bed, I began to recall the events that took place in the day. How I wish I didn’t have to report back to work the next day!
After the whole episode, I really didn’t feel going back to work. I knew what I am doing is wrong, but it felt really good. I closed my eyes, retracing the events of the day before, as if it happened an eternity ago:
I intentionally took sick leave, lied to my wife, left my son to his own devices for the day; just to check myself and the maid into a posh hotel so that I could make love to her - all day long! These were things that I would normally never do but I did it anyway; like a crazy schoolboy madly in love… All these, just to fuck my maid!
Wanda’s story, no doubt it tugged at my heartstrings, brought out something primal in me; it fed my lust and made me want to conquer her. Somehow, I felt that by possessing her, by making her mine, I would now then free her from her past. But am I just making all these up? All these excuses, just because I want to have sex with Wanda?
I remember seeing her in the clothes that I bought her and how she made a
deliberate effort to slowly peel off her pink top
, tugging it, pulling it up her slim waist and when her hands reached where her underboobs were, she stopped; How she slowly and deliberately pulled down her shorts, exposing her cute girly panties - such a turn on!
My little head began to stir as I recalled how she danced around the room, teasing me and how I
spread her legs and penetrated her in a swift stroke
as if to redeem her from her ordeal of
getting tongue-fucked by her so-called father
and how the whole episode ended in a bath where
I emptied my remaining semen onto Wanda
.
Shaking my head, I got out of bed to check on my wife. I guess this is what they call “guilt”. She was still sleeping. I touched her forehead and she stirred. She opened her eyes and greeted me,
“Selamat pagi, Abang!”
I smiled at my sickly wife and used my hands to touch her once rosy cheeks. I moved forward to kiss her forehead.
“Why are you acting so strangely today?”
, she asked.
“Nothing, sayang”
I croaked a reply. And I turned around to get ready for work.
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SerflySGR
Shaking my head, I got out of bed to check on my wife. I guess this is what they call “guilt”. She was still sleeping. I touched her forehead and she stirred. She opened her eyes and greeted me,
“Selamat pagi, Abang!”
I smiled at my sickly wife and used my hands to touch her once rosy cheeks. I moved forward to kiss her forehead.
“Why are you acting so strangely today?”
, she asked.
“Nothing, sayang”
I croaked a reply. And I turned around to get ready for work.
That day seem to be a turning point; I began to become more patient with my sick wife. Perhaps it was guilt that made me react this way but in a perverse way, it was all for the better – everybody seemed happier.
Wanda became the “big sister” to my son and the “younger sister” to my wife. Nothing to seem better for me. I did face some difficulties at my work place but it was nothing compared to coming back to a loving home.
Every night when I got home, Wanda would be waiting by the door, to fetch me my slippers and welcome me home. There was always dinner awaiting me and, if my wife were up to it, she would join us at the dinner table. My wife made it a point to let Wanda join us at the dinner table. To her, she was not just a maid but a part of the family. Sometimes I wish I could share just how much of a family Wanda is to us.
After dinner, Wanda and my son would help my wife back to her room and then proceed to study by his mother’s side; by now,
the study room that I converted into her “rest room”
, had become a mini hospital ward, complete with cable television so that she can watch her shows in comfort and doze off to sleep. There was a small study table so that my son could accompany his mother while doing his work. Once my wife and son were “settled in their respective positions”, Wanda would excuse herself so that she could clean up the dining table and do the dishes.
Sometimes I wonder if he was there also because that was the only room that had the air-condition switched on 24/7?
Interestingly, I found my wife being “happier” and more “co-operative”, more “accommodating” as if she were on some kind of “happy drug”?
That night, as mother and son were in the study room, I went into the kitchen where Wanda was washing the dishes. I slid my arms around her small waist and ventured upwards towards her under boobs and gave them a light lift.
Wanda giggled.
“Abang mau?”
she asked meekly.
My other head sprang into action as I pressed myself closer against her young nubile body.
“Abang jahat! Wait Ah Boy and Ma’am come-see”
Throwing caution to the wind, I began to nibble her ear and lick her, arousing Wanda and I felt her shudder.
“Abang,”
she whispered,
“Jangan”
, she protested but I was living out my fantasy and could not be stopped so easily.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
“Abang mau?”
she asked meekly.
My other head sprang into action as I pressed myself closer against her young nubile body.
“Abang jahat! Wait Ah Boy and Ma’am come-see”
Throwing caution to the wind, I began to nibble her ear and lick her, arousing Wanda and I felt her shudder.
“Abang,”
she whispered,
“Jangan”
, she protested but I was living out my fantasy and could not be stopped so easily.
Before I could proceed further, I heard the door open. I stopped whatever I was doing and Wanda quickly adjusted her clothing.
My son had come out to remind me of the doctor’s appointment the next day and that
nenek
would come over to look after him while we were away at the doctor’s.
Wanda and I seem to have replied in unison. From the corner of my eye, I seemed to have noticed that she blushed. Whether it was because we nearly got caught or because we have seem to have developed some sort of telepathy - either way, I felt the way that she behaved was cute.
“There is one other thing, Dad,”
my son stammered,
“it’s getting hotter these days and my room feels very warm at night.”
before I could I say anything, he continued,
“And I can’t share rooms with you because you snore so loud. Can I sleep in Mum’s room?”
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SerflySGR
“There is one other thing, Dad,”
my son stammered,
“it’s getting hotter these days and my room feels very warm at night.”
before I could I say anything, he continued,
“And I can’t share rooms with you because you snore so loud. Can I sleep in Mum’s room?”
The check-up went on smoothly; my wife’s condition was “under control”. Happy with the results, we had our tea break at staff canteen. While my wife and I sat at one of the tables overlooking the outdoor garden, Wanda went to get our drinks. My wife noted that the soya bean milk tasted different; some of these stall owners presume that they can get away with selling stale food/drinks, more so when a domestic worker or foreigner comes to place an order. I wanted to go to the stall and complain but Wanda quickly offered her own drink to my wife, choosing to get another herself. I protested but was silenced by both ladies; they told me not to make a big fuss over nothing. Seeing their like-mindedness, I gave in.
The car ride home ended far too soon. After Wanda helped my wife to the back seat, she practically fell asleep, leaving Wanda and I in front. We shot knowing glances all throughout the journey but I resisted touching my young maid because I was afraid that my wife would suddenly awaken. What then?
By the time we got home, my son was already home. My mother was in the kitchen cooking; a pleasant surprise was my father who tagged along. Sometimes I wonder if my parents coming over was overkill as my son was already in Primary Five and more than capable of taking care of himself. But then again, as grandparents, they will naturally worry for the safety of their grandchildren. Might as well also, because we will never know if there were any complications during the check-up - given my wife’s illness, the hospital might decide to ward her for further observation.
Wanda settled my wife into the study room; allowing her to rest a bit, just before we had dinner together. My boy and I, in the meantime, helped my mother set the table. As I made my rounds between the dining table and the kitchen, I can’t help but notice my father looking in the direction of Wanda, or wasn’t he?
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FuggingPartner
Nice update TS, thanks!
Thank you for your support
Bro FuggingPartner
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Dondon26
Great story, I spent an hour reading everything lol!! Gonna camp here now
Thank you for your support
Bro Dondon26
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Your words are very encouraging cos I used to do the same - reading on hours end; we have many talented writers in this forum! Please do check out some of the other threads; they have me glued also! Heh heh!
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zendra
Welcome back TS. Great to see you back at it again!
Thank you for your support
Bro zendra
!
Sorry to have kept some of your waiting for continuation because there were some changes to the “internet laws” at my workplace; got transferred to another office, blah blah blah……… Hopefully I can sustain long enough to complete this story so that I can embark on the next?
(Hint hint)
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SerflySGR
Wanda settled my wife into the study room; allowing her to rest a bit, just before we had dinner together. My boy and I, in the meantime, helped my mother set the table. As I made my rounds between the dining table and the kitchen, I can’t help but notice my father looking in the direction of Wanda, or wasn’t he?
During normal days, I would sit myself at the head of the table, flanked by Wanda and my wife on either side and my son would be seated next to Wanda so that she could “feed” him, e.g. de-shell prawns or de-bone fish, etc. With my parents’ arrival, the dynamics changed; you see, as my father was the “head” of our extended household, it was only proper that I “relinquish” my seat at the head of the table to him. This was our normal practice as my father was strict to follow traditions. But Wanda wasn’t aware of this arrangement and she took her normal seat which drew the ire of my mother. My mother swiftly “banished” Wanda to eat in the kitchen.
“What right has the servant girl to eat at the same table as her employers?”
Mother questioned.
Father raised his hand. I had expected him to rail at Wanda for her insolence. I remembered when we had first moved into our matrimonial home, Father and Mother had paid us a visit; my wife and I were “wrongly seated”. This made my father fly into a rage,
“Bapa belum mati,”
he bellowed and he stormed out of my home. He felt that I disrespected him to the extent that I wished him dead. I held my breath, if he were to explode this time around, how was I to defend Wanda? What happened next took all of us by surprise.
“Tidak apa,”
he cooed,
“Wanda is new to this household and she doesn’t know. It is ok. Moreover, she has to feed our Si Kecil. Let her sit at her normal place.”
Mother tried to say something in protest but Father cut her off mid-sentence,
”Didn’t our government remind us not to be xenophobic? What happened to racial tolerance? Just because she is a maid, doesn’t mean we should shun her. Weren’t our forefathers also immigrants?”
For a brief moment, I thought I had tuned into the “National Day Rally” speech!