A thirsty and dry pregnant wife neglected by her husband meets a opportunistic technician. He was supposed to service her air con, unfortunately he ended up servicing more than the faulty compressor.
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My husband and I hava been trying for a child for 3 years and the journey to parenthood is one that is fraught with disappointment and anger.
The slew of tests we have to go through, the vitamins, the checkup, the injection. Then came the relentless trying during my ovulation period.
Sex is supposed to be enjoyable for both of us but after repeated failures of getting my egg fertilised, the joy and excitement of intercourse slowly turned to something that felt was done out of routine or necessity.
It didn’t help that my husband isn’t someone that is adventurous in the bedroom. Anyway, we finally got what we wished for on our 38th attempt.
My 38th menstrual cycle did not arrive and after a quick test, it confirmed what we have been hoping for the past 3 years.
We got it.
I got pregnant.
We were over the moon of course but the euphoria and joy of a pregnancy slowly became one fraught with caution.
It was not easy for me to get pregnant so my husband was paranoid about losing it if I did something stupid or dangerous.
He thinks everything I do is stupid and dangerous.
Taking the train is dangerous. Joining the lunch crowd to queue for my food in Raffles place is dangerous.
Taking the lift with too many people is dangerous.
While I was heartened with the amount of care and concern that he was showing me, I could not accept the fact that he thought I was so vulnerable and weak.
We quarrelled when he wanted me to take a break from work and concentrate on taking care of myself. He got my parents on his side and soon I was getting bombarded on all sides to take a break from work.
After 5 years of working and strutting in heels and body hugging dress in a corporate office, suddenly everything is dangerous.
Thankfully my boss is a mother herself and she was pretty understanding about my situation.
At 30, I’m still considered a young mother especially in Singapore’s context.
I took a year off from work to concentrate on my journey to motherhood.
As if the changes to my body and hormones were not enough to rile me, my husband refused to have sex with me.
“we should be careful not to hurt the baby dear. “ He said.
I rolled my eyes to high heavens and told him that even the doctor said it’s fine to continue having intercourse.
“but I’m worried about hurting you and the baby, we tried so hard for one and I really don’t want to do anything that will jeopardise the pregnancy.” He did his usual hug onto me from behind while stroking my arms pose while kissing me on my neck.
I leaned back to kiss him and I wished I could tell him how much I wanted him but I don’t want to sound like I’m begging.
It’s definitely nothing to do with my looks or figure.
I am fucking hot I think, please pardon me for tooting my own horn.
I have multiple suitors the moment I hit puberty. I have talent scouts approaching me along the road including one that owns a social escort company.
A Japanese client once offered me to be his mistress.
With a pageant title under my belt when I was in university, I was pretty sure looks had nothing to do with my husband’s lack of initiative.
If I didn’t know my geeky nerd husband like the back of my hand, I would think he was cheating on me on the outside but he was not.
He’s a geek.
Not wanting to bruise my ego with begging my husband for sex, I ended up masturbating myself 3-4 times a week.
I can’t help it.
I needed the release.
What else could I have done?
I can’t possibly pay for a massage at some sleazy parlour that I know provide extra services and ask them to do it for me can I ?
The masturbation satisfied my need for an orgasm but it did not quench my thirst for a satisfying ending. It’s been a while since I had that.
Just when I thought I was destined to live out the rest of my pregnancy dry, something happened.
Something I never expected.
I mean as a woman, I have dreamt and thought of quick dirty session with hunks, Korean superstars, or maybe that cute barista who makes my coffee.
I never expected something to happen when I had to call in an aircon technician.
A foreign worker.
Someone of a different race.
Someone whose life could not be more different from the life I lead.
I’m that hot babe strutting down Raffles place in $200 dresses and $300 dollar heels, while he’s that sweaty technician from across the causeway.
Nothing could ever happen.
Or so I thought.
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Following the success of
The birthday Gift
, James’ wife decides to give him another surprise for their anniversary. It wouldn’t be fair if she gets to have all the fun in a marriage would it?
Just when James thought it’s just going to be a shoot while he has sex with his wife’s best friend, he was given a treat to some girl on girl action at the same time.
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James : you want to do what ? A private video ?
Anna : Shhhhhh…not so loud…
James : Wow… have you been drinking?
My wife teased me with that seductive side glance. Her eyes are always so mesmerizing, especially with the pandemic going on, seeing her all masked up and revealing only that pair of eyes she takes extra care of in terms of makeup, I could feel random arousal hitting me whenever I made eye contact with her.
With her nice figure and that pair of eyes with a permanent dreamy look coupled with naturally long lashes, her look alone will jolt your dick to attention.
She linked arms with me and told me she found a private studio that came highly recommended by a friend of hers.
Anna : The photographer is very professional, and the result is quite good.
James : Can I assume this friend of yours is called Huimin.
I said, naming my wife’s bestie who she likens to a Siamese twin.
Anna : yes!
She said with an excited smack on my arm.
James : Which in another words, you are telling me you saw a private video of her having sex at the studio.
Anna : clever boy… it’s rather interesting you know…
James : I always thought I’m the sick one in the marriage, but you always seemed to one up me.
Anna : Huimin is a loud moaner did I tell you that..
James : Do you have the video, I would like some reference in order to decide.
My wife pinched and twisted my ear before nudging me in the side of my ribs with her elbow.
James : Owww….
Anna : so… are you interested ? we can do this for our anniversary.
James : I’m still not over the birthday gift you gave me when you got fucked by Ivan, I’m not sure I can stomach making a video with you. I might get a little aggressive and dominating in order to reclaim your body. Are you sure you want that on video ?
My wife laughed as she strolled past a boutique she frequent.
She dragged me in to check out a bodycon dress that is on sale before deciding against it.
Anna : did I say you are making the video with me ?
I felt my heart skip a beat as I gave her a wide eyed look.
James : You want me to watch you make a video with another man ?
Anna chuckled and smacked me on my arm.
Anna : Oh please, that would be really unfair isn’t it, I get to have all the fun.
James : then what do you mean ?
My wife resumed linking arms with me as we walked along the deserted mall. Then without warning, she turned and said it loud enough that anyone within earshot will be able to hear what she said.
Anna : You know, I share everything with my bestie, including our sex life and even the birthday gift for you…
James : Oh come on. You didn’t!
Anna : Calm down, calm down, listen to me…
James : you told Huimin that I watched you have sex with your ex! How could you…?
Anna : If you are going to keep interrupting me, I can’t deliver the good news you know…
James : I can’t possibly see how can a good news come out of this….i…
Anna : I know you’ve been wanting to fuck Huimin for the longest time…
My wife said suddenly and I immediately went quiet. My mind immediately went to the sex forum I frequent where someone posted Huimin’s social media profile online and I responded to it.
Anna cannot possibly know my username, I have been pretty discreet about my account.
Anna : Huimin don’t mind sleeping with you, you need to use a condom of course, so, I’ll let you make a private video with my bestie Huimin… on one condition.
I choked on my saliva and looked at my wife in surprise. It’s like she could read my mind. Of course I have the hots for her best friend, that pair of big C cup boobs sitting on her slender frame, supported by a pair of gorgeous legs.
Who wouldn’t ?
James : What condition?
Anna : I…get to be the director of that private video.
James : As long as I get to be the actor, you can direct all you want.
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Melissa is about to take her all important national exams. It’s not good enough to pass, she must ace it. The tuition center she attends can guarantee she top the exams, but at what price ?
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Melissa sat quietly in the office of the tuition centre that she went to, waiting for the principal to come in. It was 5.30am in the morning and in a couple of hours time, she would be taking the 1st paper for one of the key national exams.
Her heart rate went up several notches as the principal Mrs Koh walked into the room.
“Don’t worry, what is there to be worried about?“ Mrs Koh said.
“But… this is wrong… what if…?“ Melissa said but was cut off by Mrs Koh before she could finish.
“Singapore is stupid one… ok? Listen to Mrs Koh. Singapore is stupid and generous… foreign students like you are destined for scholarship… ok? I’m just helping to make sure you get it…!”
Mrs Koh started to fiddle with the gadget she had modified on the table. It was a transmitter and a receiver, complete with a miniature earpiece that would fit right in your ear canal.
She had used something similar over the years for so many students. Gesturing to her wall filled with pictures of students who were awarded scholarships over the past 5 years, she proudly proclaimed that if not for her, none of those students would be awarded.
“Look at their smiling faces…. Just look at them shaking hands with ministers…”
Mrs Koh gestured for Melissa to unbutton her school blouse.
Melissa unbuckled the skirt from her Junior college and let it fall to the ground.
Mrs Koh had reminded her to wear a boyshort panty the night before. They needed a full covered panty to hold the device.
“Unbuckle your bra and…. pull down your panty also…” Mrs Koh ordered and Melissa watched her tear open a condom.
Where was the safest place to hide something that you didn’t want people to see?
Inside your body of course.
The device was shaped like a bullet vibrator with a thin wire attached to it. Melissa watched as Mrs Koh carefully deposited the bullet into the condom before squeezing some lube onto her fingers.
“Lift up your leg… relax… just relax…” Koh massaged and rubbed Melissa’s vagina as she eased the device into her love canal.
“Gasppp… ernghhh….”
“It’s ok, don’t think about it… you won’t even realise it’s there after a while…”
Using surgical tape, Mrs Koh stuck the end of the thin wire against Melissa’s waist. The wire went up until Melissa’s breast. Mrs Koh attached a circular pad that looked like nipple tape to the wire and applied it onto her right nipple.
“Ok, you can put on your clothes now.”
Melissa put on her underwear; she could feel the bullet inside her. The covered panty made her feel safer, if she had been wearing one of her usual g-strings, she would probably be freaking out at the thought of the bullet dropping out halfway through her exam.
She buckled her bra and looked down at her bra cup. The thin pad barely registered on her bra; no way anyone could tell that she had something in there.
She buttoned her blouse and pulled on her skirt, smoothing out the creases as Mrs Koh handed her an earpiece the size of a rice grain.
She put it in for her before stepping back and smiling at one of her top paying students.
“Remember Melissa, you are meant for this path… you are born for this…” Mrs Koh said.
Eermmm…’this’ as in …?“ Melissa asked with a raised eyebrow.
“A scholarship in Singapore! The path to an iron rice bowl in the civil service once you get your citizenship…. Won’t your parents in China be proud of you?“ Mrs Koh said excitedly
“Come let’s test the device “
Melissa jumped as she felt a strange vibration in her vagina and a tingle on her right nipple.
“Relax, it’s just a vibration to let you know we are about to talk in the earpiece.” Mrs Koh said.
Melissa heard a man’s voice inside her ear.
“Testing… testing… 1, 2, 3.”
“Ye… yes… I can hear you…” Melissa replied.
Mrs Koh did a few more diagnostic runs before giving Melissa the thumbs up.
“All good… you’re good to go.” Mrs Koh beamed proudly at Melissa.
She didn’t know how things came to this. Melissa was pretty sure she could pass the exams but as for nailing the top spot for a scholarship, that was pretty farfetched to her. However, her parents paid for the ‘premium’ package according to Mrs Koh.
And Mrs Koh had to deliver.
There was nothing for her to worry about Melissa was told. Just attempt her paper normally and the voice would guide her accordingly. Just listen to the voice and she would breeze through all her papers.
Looking up at the wall of ‘fake scholars’ that Mrs Koh’s tuition centre had produced over the years, Melissa could not help but ask.
“Where do the boys keep their device?“
“Melissa dear…. I’m sure you don’t want to know that…” Mrs Koh replied with a smile.
Ushering her to the door, Mrs Koh told her to make her way to her school.
“I’ll reserve a spot for your picture on the wall yah Melissa?“ Mrs Koh said while showing her two thumbs up.
“Ermm… ok…”
Just listen to the voice and everything would be fine.
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Jean decides to quit a secret society. Like all gangs, they have house rules. For a girl to quit, there is usually a price to pay.
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Coris : Jean you bitch. You serious about it?
Jean : Yes, I want out.
Coris : You not steady leh. We sisters leh, we agreed to go all the way.
Jean : This is not the kind of life I want. I had enough of this shit.
Coris : What? Hanging out at void decks? Smoking in school uniforms, park in arcade whole day, not good enough for you?
Jean : oh fuck off. It’s the A levels in a few months. I can’t do this shit any longer. I’m no longer in secondary school.
Coris gave her friend the middle finger and gestured to the difference in uniform between them. Jean is already in her 2nd year in a Junior college while Coris is still in secondary 5 after repeating two years in secondary school.
Coris : You got lucky bitch. A fucking Ah Lian like you can get into a JC. Maybe they mixed up your paper with someone elses.
Jean : fuck off. How long do you want to hang out with those degenerates? Until you are 30 or 40?
Coris : Watch your mouth bitch. These are your brothers and sisters you are talking about.
Jean : enough of this brother and sister shit. I’m sick of it all. I want out.
Coris : Do you know what you talking about? You know the price for getting out of 18Kumgongtong?
Jean : Yes…
Coris : AND?
Jean : I want out, my decision is final.
Coris : even if it means going at it with all the men in 18Kumgongtong? Are you fucking nuts?
Jean looked at her books and thought about her future. She enjoyed her life in Junior college and she made new friends. Friends who are optimistic about the future, friends with aspirations.
Not the old group where blond hair, tattoos and lion dance practice in a clan association is the highlights of their meetup. She used to think travelling on the back of a open back truck while drums and cymbals clashed is cool, especially with neon flags and the lion heads proudly displayed.
Now she just thinks it’s silly. There is nothing wrong with lion dance as performing arts, but aside from a handful of clans who take it seriously, plenty are just trying to hoodwink for a living with no real practice and pride put in.
Joining a gang is a dumb move, but it seemed the right thing to do then when she was 13. She needed to feel like she belongs.
At 17, it was perhaps one of the greatest regret in her life so far.
Jean knew the consequences of trying to quit a gang, the rules were stated clearly.
18Kumgongtong for life, or an hour of free for all access with 18Kumgongtong members. Within that hour, they can do anything they want to her, this usually means sex.
At last count, Jean is aware that there are about 30 members with 20 of them being male. Their age ranges from 13 to 55.
Take away those that are underage and in prison or boys home, there’s got to be at least 10 men who will not pass up a chance to fuck her especially she is one of the prettiest one in the organization.
Her only saving grace would be a location and time of her choosing. There’s no way she is going to a hotel or anyone’s home, it will have to be somewhere public.
Now Jean just needs to figure out a place and time, that will possibly deter as many of the gang members from turning up as possible.
Still a virgin, Jean thought about the sweet boy in her class that expressed interest in her, James.
She liked him too, and she wondered what he would think if he knew the girl he liked has her body violated by gang members.
Jean : I just want to get it over and done with.
Coris : You’re fucking crazy bitch.
Jean : Help me spread the word babe. I’m withdrawing.
Coris sighed and tapped away on her phone.
She has witnessed a withdrawal ritual before.
Coris : I’ll be honest with you babe, withdrawal is the last thing on the men’s mind when they are doing it.
She said as she hit the send button, broadcasting Jean’s intention to leave the gang.
Jean expected the group sex, but she failed to anticipate one other thing.
That her so call brothers and sisters, they are going to document the whole process.
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James chance upon a series of messages by accident, when he pieces the parts together, a picture starts to form. He don’t know exactly what it is , but his wife and in laws seemed determined to keep it from him, just a few weeks before their wedding.
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One of the most difficult conversation I had with my wife has something to do with her hen’s night party.
Her last night out with her girl-friends.
We are all young once and knowing full well what I did on my stag night, I always wondered what my wife did for hers.
There was an unspoken agreement between us before we got married.
Whatever happens on that night belongs to each of us and us only. Neither of us shall ever ask the other what happened.
Sure, the initial years were good. The honeymoon period even better. Sex was amazing and we chose not to have kids, spending our time and money travelling around the world.
Eventually by the 6th year of our marriage, things started to get a little monotonous. By then, everything had settled more or less into a routine.
I love my wife Grace very much and I have no doubt of her feelings for me.
During these 6 years, we shared countless conversation ranging from retirement to starting a family and even the possibility of relocating to another country.
Both of us have a very rational school of thoughts when it comes to major decisions, more often than not, we embark on a very fact base line of reasoning.
People around us might think we are quarrelling but we’re not.
It’s just us having an engaging conversation.
There is no taboo topic, nothing too sensitive, and nothing is out of bounds except that faithful night of course.
It happened during a short holiday we took to a neighbouring country.
Grace and I packed for a beachfront and relaxing resort holiday like the many we’ve been to. This one is no exception.
I plan to slowly broach the subject and get a gauge on her reaction before pressing further.
Why ?
Why would I want to do that especially it’s something in the past ?
What can you do even if you do know what happened ?
That’s true on many counts but it’s that itch of curiosity. That small itch that slowly grows on you when you don’t scratch it.
Now, I’ve mentioned earlier that Grace and I are very rational people. We don’t do things without a reason and there surely must be something that pique my curiosity why I would be interested to find out more on what happened.
There must be a trigger.
Something that tells me that something happened that night.
Something other than the gathering with her sisters, the spa treatment, the nice dinner and drinks at the pub. All of which are proudly documented on social media.
All up until 1am that faithful night.
Everything went dark after that.
You might think I’m reading a lot into it but when a series of curious incident all happen at the same time, you know something is up.
A friend of mine who works in a private hospital in town told me he saw my then fiancé, Grace at the hospital with her parents the day after the party.
My in laws have some health issues, I wouldn’t read much into it.
However when having dinner the day after Grace’s hens night, my mother in law to be showed me her new smart phone, asking about some new functions. I chanced upon something in the call log.
There was a call log for 5am in the morning.
Again, nothing wrong with a daughter calling her mother but 5 calls has to mean something.
Nevermind. It could mean anything.
Then I saw another number, or rather, another name. Christine, Bridesmaid to be on the call log, I knew something is up.
Not only did Grace call her mum, her friend is also calling her.
3 missed calls there.
Fine. It’s my imagination.
I’m just thinking too much into this.
The final nail in the coffin came when I had a chance to see at Grace’s phone a week later.
You see, with the multitude of messaging apps available nowadays, we forgot something a lot more primitive. The SMS. Text messages.
The exact content of the message sent from my father in law to Grace is as follows ;
“ Ok. Calm down….. we’ll go pick you up…. Tell no one…. Not even James “
That was it.
Exactly what happened on her hen’s night that warrant that number of missed calls, I don’t know.
It has to be something big.
Something big enough for my future in laws to want to hide it from me 6 weeks before our wedding.
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With great power, comes great imagination. Join James as he indulges in a evening of humiliating fetishes’ with his mistress Yuna.
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James approached the girl who is fresh out of junior college at the train station. He double checked the app where he contacted her and saw the text where she described what she is wearing.
Grey cotton shorts and a white singlet may be a common sight in Singapore but one where it comes with a nice pair of hairless legs and ample tits rare and few, especially when blessed with a beautiful face.
James felt his heart beat faster as he walked towards the girl and made eye contact while raising his phone, signalling to her that he is the man she is waiting for.
James : Hi…
Christine : Hi, here you go…
Christine handed over the bag of clothes the man bought off her via the app where 2nd hand goods of every type gets traded everyday.
James : Alright, thanks man.
James handed the cash over to the pretty girl and was about to walk off when she asked if he would like to check the items first.
Christine : ermmm, do you want to check the uniforms first? I put the collar pin separately in a ziplock bag…
James gave her a smile and told her it’s ok.
James : I’m sure everything is ok. Thanks for the uniforms.
He walked briskly away from the train station and towards the carpark a few minutes away.
Christine took the money and looked at the back view of the polite buyer of her old Junior college uniforms and PE attire. She wondered why a grown man will want a set of her old uniforms, especially when he don’t look like he has a daughter of similar school going age.
James drove quickly towards the condominium in a quiet suburb and parked right beside the private lift entrance. He got out of the car and checked the time on his watch, it’s coming to 9pm, he’s already 15 minutes late. His appointment is scheduled for 8.45pm.
When the lift door opened, James saw Yuna drinking water by the island kitchen. James dropped the bag in his hand and immediately got onto his knees.
James : I’m sorry Yuna, I’m sorry I was late…
James looked at his mistress who continued with her 2nd glass of water. He could feel his erection building as he looked at the glaze of perspiration on her body. A white sports bra with black stripes covered her breast while the criss crossed straps intersecting above her waist forced James’ eyes to look at how slim and flat Yuna’s tummy is.
A pair of damp dolphin shorts presented Yuna’s legs and thigh in the same league as how an omakase chef presents his food. Seeing the swallowing action as Yuna drank while glaring at him almost gave James a premature ejaculation.
James : I’m sorry. I…I went to get something along the way…i…I bought something …
Yuna : What did you buy ?
James quickly took the paper bag over and held it up like he was presenting some sacred scrolls to the emperor.
James : I…I bought some school uniforms from a girl who just graduated…
Yuna smiled and she walked over to her slave for the evening.
Like a snake, she slithered around James and hugged him from behind, whispering into his ears.
Yuna : The pervert James bought some 2nd hand school uniforms off some school girl, is that it? Mmmh?
James : arnghhh…yes…
Yuna’s right hand reached down for James’ erection and she started playing with his meat while continuing her verbal tease.
Yuna : Which school?
James: Hoo Chong Junior College…
Yuna : oooohhh… nice…is it because you like the colour? Mmmh?
James : arnghhhh..
Yuna stroked James’ meat while forcing him to verbalise his fetishes.
Yuna : It’s not the colours right…mmhhh?
James: arnghhh..no…
Yuna : You like it because it’s one of the top Junior college isn’t it?
James : arnghhhh yes…
Yuna : and the pervert inside you wants to smell how smart girls smell like? And you think you can smell them from their worn uniforms…? Mmmh?
James : argnhhhh..yes…yes…
Yuna : Not only do you want to smell their uniforms… you also want to…
James : arnghhhh…yes… yes…
Yuna stopped stroking James’ and squeezed onto the tip of his throbbing, excited penis from outside his pants.
She whispered softly into his ears, playing with him in the manner she knows turns him on the most.
Yuna : You want to wear them too…mmmh…?
James : arnghhh..yes…yes… I want to wear them…
Yuna : You sick pervert crossdresser…hurhurhur…
James : Yes…yes… I am sick…arnghhh…
Yuna : The girl you bought it from…is she pretty?
James : Yes…arnghhh
Yuna : Nice… pretty and smart…that turns you on doesn’t it? The brains…
James could feel precum leaking from his meat and he leaned back heavily against Yuna’s post gym body.
James : arhnnn..yes…yes…
Yuna smiled and she took a tuff of James hair before turning him around a little roughly.
James : arnghhhh!
Yuna looked at him in his eyes, giving him a stern expression which she knew he absolutely dig.
Yuna : Take off all your clothes James…now…
James nodded with a whimper and stripped down to his birthday suit, his throbbing cock bulged with excitement as he waited for the next set of instructions from his mistress.
Yuna removed her shorts, revealing a cleanly waxed vagina. Then with one smooth motion, she crossed her arms and lifted her perspiration soaked sports bra up over her head.
She threw the bra onto James’ face before turning towards the bathroom.
Yuna : You are not allowed to wear the school uniforms you just bought James… you shall wear what I just removed from my body…
Yuna gave James a grin that was quickly replaced by a stern glare.
Yuna : If you are not wearing my clothes when I come out of the shower, I will make sure you regret it…Is that clear?
James : yes… YES!!
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What if your wife decides to do something behind your back ?
What if the only way to find out what it is, is to read it online after it has been done ?
James realised his wife Shirley secretly started taking clients online via a popular sex forum. This is a betrayal that comes with graphic details. From wasapp messages to the detailed review given by clients after they fucked his wife.
Afraid and unsure of what to do, James could only follow and slowly uncover how his wife is slowly being turned into a slut by reading the reviews and the photoshoot albums done by clients.
Imagine having to face your wife everyday after work knowing what she does behind your back. Imagine being able to read what was done to her without her knowledge.
How far would she go as she seeks not money but self validation. Pictures ? Photoshoots ? Reviews ?
Wives will not show their husband their true inner slut. They will only show it to someone they don’t know, and hopefully never meet again…
Or at least if she thinks they will never meet again…
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I used to think I’m the luckiest man alive.
I have a really hot and beautiful wife. She’s caring and sweet not to forget she’s capable at work too.
Shirley made me the envy of all my friends when I introduced her to them during a gathering when we were dating. Everyone of them were stealing glances at her long legs and shapely body.
There is no airs about her and aside from the fact that she cannot cook, there is really nothing negative about her as a whole.
Personally I don’t mind if she cannot cook, I mean come on. In this day and age, who really cares if their wife can cook or not ?
Shirley and I got married in 2016 and shortly after, we moved into a 3 room flat in Sengkang.
Life was good, both of us have a good job, our pay is decent and we travel twice a year. We’re both still young, Shirley was only 25 when she married me, I’m 2 years older and we both plan to have kids before she hits 30. There’s still a bit of time for us to enjoy the honeymoon period of our marriage.
However, late last year sometime in December 2017, things started to go south really quickly.
The company Shirley worked for was acquired by a foreign company and her role was made redundant. There’s really no reason to panic since she’s still young and there are plenty of opportunities around, I mean so what if you are retrenched ?
Just send your resume and look for another job.
You’re local, you have a degree, you’re only in your mid twenties, there’s tons of opportunities out there.
However, Shirley did not take the news lightly. In fact, she was so affected by it that I suspected she sank into a bit of a depression.
It wasn’t so much about the money, it was more of a hit to her self-esteem. She doesn’t want to talk about it but as her husband, I can tell.
She’s much more affected by it than she let on.
Shirley might look perfect and strong on the outside but I know she’s a really fragile woman deep down.
I thought she would get better after a while.
You know, let her calm down for a bit, take a good break before resuming her job search. She took a 2 month break while sending out resumes.
This is the part where I don’t understand.
I have access to her email, something that she doesn’t know about.
I’ve checked the inbox and there are no less than a dozen replies from companies asking her down for interviews.
So you can imagine the shock I received when Shirley told me that after sending out so many resumes, she had no reply.
Not a single one.
James : What ?? are you serious ??
Shirley : yes…. It’s…. market is not exactly good…. I mean…. I’m retrenched…. How would people look at me….. probably think I’m not good enough to keep …
James ; Dear… what’s wrong with you ?? are you ok ?? ….
She just smiled and hugged onto me.
Shirely : I’m ok… I’m sure someone will ask me down for interview soon.
It was then I knew her state of mind is really messed up.
She’s obviously lying when she says she has not gotten any reply from the companies. There are so many to pick from including civil service jobs.
I knew if I told her I saw her mail, it would only make things worst.
I told myself to give her space, let her calm down properly.
Perhaps she would get better in due course.
I’m not worried about the household finances, we’re pretty thrifty and prudent. With my income, I should be able to comfortably support both of us for a while if we cut back on the holidays.
Shirley spent most of the time at home surfing the net, watching Korean dramas.
By Feburary 2018, I could tell she was feeling better.
She told me she’s heading down for a interview one evening and it was the best news I’ve heard in a long time.
James ; That’s great news…. !!… what company is it ? what do they do ??
Shirley : Shipping and logistics…. They needed someone to take over operations…..
James : Sounds interesting…. Well… best of luck !!!
I was eager to get home after work that day to hear all about my wife’s interview.
I text her in the afternoon but she did not reply me. Perhaps she was asked to start work immediately ?
I don’t know.
Anyway I got home at 7pm and she was nowhere to be seen.
I tried calling her but there was no answer.
Shirley finally called me at 9.30pm to say that she is on her way back
Shirley : Sorry… they wanted me to start on the spot and there was quite a bit of things to do…..
James : It’s ok… .. have you had your dinner ?
My wife said she will just grab something from the coffee shop across the road before coming up.
I was eager to talk to her about her new work she rushed into the shower immediately after coming up.
James ; Eh…. Stomach ache is it ?
Shirley : No la… just want to shower.
I would not have thought much about it but I notice something different.
My wife never brings her phone into the bathroom and she does not have the bait of doing so.
I watched Shirley enter the bathroom only to come back out and grab her phone before shutting the door.
Perhaps it was just me thinking too much but something just doesn’t feel right.
After her shower, I only had a short chat with her because she says she’s really tired and needed to sleep.
James : Ok… you sure you’re ok ? … you seemed really tired….
Shirley : I’m fine….don’t worry…..
I nodded my head and watch her cuddle up in the blanket before dropping off to a deep sleep even though her hair is still pretty wet.
I waited for a good hour when I could hear some light snoring before getting out of bed quietly.
I went to her phone that was charging on the stand and unlocked it.
Immediately I went to her wasapp application and called it up.
My heart dropped to the floor when I saw a name call Nathan.
It broke into a few pieces when I saw snippets of the conversation they had.
I was shaking as I scrolled through the conversation on the phone.
I took mine and began to take photos of it.
I don’t know what I was doing but I knew if I don’t record this, she will delete them away first thing the next day.
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James and his wife have put off starting a family without realising there is a ethnic quota allocated for their flat. With the Chinese quota taken up, the only way for them to keep their flat and not go to jail was for his wife Wenhui to be impregnated by someone of a different race.
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My wife Wenhui and I held hands as we walked towards the building which houses the Ministry of population control. Neither of us said a word as we stepped into the lobby and pressed the button to ask for a queue number.
The ticket was barely torn off the machine and I saw our number 001 flashed upon the large screen suspended from the ceiling.
There are other couples in the building but I guess only Wenhui and I are there to fulfil a penalty.
It’s all because of our flat. My wife and I accepted a premium location housing option from the government, netting ourselves a 4 room HDB flat located 5 minutes walk away from Orchard MRT.
Yes, you read that right, Orchard. The belt of prime Singapore real estate. WE got it at a real steal too, paying only 300000 SGD for the 95 SQM flat. There is a caveat though, we must conceive within 2 years.
It’s not an issue for Wenhui and me, we want a family, that has always been our plan. We wanted to take our time, enjoy some couple moments before we start a family, however, things did not exactly go to plan.
You see, every flat has this racial quota that the occupants are subjected to.
The policy ensures a good ethnic mix within the development, and prevents any particular group from forming clusters. By having different ethnic groups stay together, it also foster a kampung spirit. It allows residents of different races and religion to interact and get to know each other.
This is where the problem begins for Wenhui and me. We failed to forsee that other couples living in the same estate also plan to start a family. Many of them did so first and it came as a shock to us that the quota for Chinese babies in that estate has been filled.
The only quota left are for babies from minority ethnic groups or one of inter racial mix.
Yes, in short, my wife Wenhui and I need to start a family, but not with my seed. It’s very simple and straight forward, my wife needs to get pregnant, her egg need to be fertilised, she needs to be impregnated in order for us to keep the flat and not be sent to jail for violating the contract.
We didn’t know what to do, so we appealed. We sent countless letters to our MP and wrote to the forums but it was useless. The rules were clear. By then, the two year mark is over and the warning letters started arriving.
After much discussion and consideration, we knew there was only one option left for us.
Wenhui and I were shaking as we approached the reception with the stern looking officer who look like he is about to reprimand us.
Officer: Mr James and Ms Wenhui.
James : yes…
Officer : As per MOPC law, section 2, you and your wife have violated the housing agreement by not starting a family within 2 years. Do you have anything to say?
James : I…we…actually, we want to start a family, but the racial quota…
The officer cut him off immediately.
Officer : Is it my problem?
Wenhui gave James’ arm a squeeze, pleading with him no to go on.
Officer : you will both proceed to room 7 over there was a body checkup, there after, you will be given an appointment for your wife to be impregnated.
James : I…
Officer: Yes?
James : can I ask…what is the racial quota left for our estate?
The officer typed on his computer before answering.
Officer : Let me see, ah… for Orchard HDB estate. Only blue collar quotas, or yellow ribbon project left, both are for minority ethnic groups, So likely it will be either a foreign construction worker, or a recently released inmate, basically whatever they can find. Don’t worry, they have good seeds, I’m sure your wife’s egg will be fertilised properly….NEXT!
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James attends a reunion dinner with his cousins when his grandmother suddenly passed away at the table. All the cousins will be spending the night at the estate as per their usual tradition, and if they are still there in the morning, they will be entitled to a share of the grandmother’s will.
12 hours may not be a long time, but for a sick family each with their own agenda for attending the reunion dinner, it’s might as well be eternity.
Join this dysfunctional family as they go through the sick games prepared by their grandmother where death and murder are all part and parcel of getting what they think they deserve from the estate. The men may be stronger, but the women, they have their bodies, and they will not hesitate to use it to their advantage.
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James took his seat at the table for 10 in an open courtyard right by the pool. He hated the once a year gathering and if it were up to him, he would give it a miss totally. However his father made him swear that he will attend the reunion dinner until his grandmother is dead, or he is.
The once a year gathering with his cousins is a grand affair held at the estate of his grandmother. One of the few rare plots of freehold land located a stone throw away from embassies and botanic garden big enough to build a full size school on.
James checked his phone for notifications and saw that one of the girls he subscribes to on onlyfans has posted an update. He licked his lips as he looked at the beautiful girl gyrate her hips while topless in a public carpark.
Peter : Ahem…!
James put his phone away and looked up at the man judging him for his choice of entertainment.
No one has the right to judge anyone in his family. Everyone is sick, mentally unsound on a level that outsiders will not understand.
Peter : How are you James?
James : I’m fine..
He smiled at his cousins politely before giving his chopsticks a slight push to make sure they are aligned. To his left is cousin Brenda and her husband Peter, both of them are famous influencers in Singapore. They are busy taking pictures of the sprawling estate and the spread of food on the large table for their followers.
Peter : I have a problem with you James…
James : what is that problem?
Peter : You are not following me on social media. Why are you not following me? Is it very hard to press a follow? Is it that hard to give some virtual love and attention? Why? Why? Why?
James : Because I don’t want to…
The hostile reply earned James a stare that threatened to elevate the tension at the table. Thankfully Brenda came in to defuse the situation with snide remarks of her own.
Brenda : You still writing erotic stories James? Huh? Who the fuck writes stories for a living? Oh wait, you’re also doing construction, and delivering parcels, and sending food. Oh fuck you are doing so many things, no wonder you don’t have time to follow us on social media…hahah..
James smiled and sipped his tea while staring at Brenda and Peter. He gave them a stare that you would probably expect only from a mentally unsound patient on the run.
The chair on James’ right was dragged backwards loudly and a heavyset figure plonked himself down on the seat.
To his right sits the quietest cousin of the lot, Larry. He is a licensed electrician and owes his own electrical company. A company that hires only one, himself. His office cum vehicle is parked right up front of the porch, taking up the prime spot of the arrival foyer.
One may easily mistaken his vehicle is there because the property needed some work done. Larry’s arms are covered with tattoos while his face is filled with pimple scars. A legacy of him popping pus filled boils from his face everyday since he hit puberty.
Larry is still wearing his tool belt around his waist and he brought a bottle of alcohol. He poured the whisky into the tea cup and drank it together with the tea before burping loudly.
He did not say hi to James, Larry did not say hi to anyone because he did not give a fuck about anyone around that table.
On Larry’s right, is cousin Dylan and wife Cindy. Even before dinner begins, James observed the couple snitching things from the estate. Silver spoons, a porcelain cup, an USB charging cable and some post it notes by the study. Dylan and Cindy are cheapskates of the highest degree, even before dinner is served, they started packing up food as if they are leftovers.
Dylan : Can you refill the scallops!
Dylan snapped at the two helpers coming from the kitchen.
Dylan : Why are you so slow? Are you stealing the food for yourself? Huh? The food is for us you know..
He launched into a tirade at the helpers but was ignored. Being ignored did not stop him however, he continued swiping food from the table into plastic containers in front of everyone like they are invisible.
Cindy picked up a dish of vegetables and started sniffing it, then she went on to the plate of prawn rolls, sniffing it in the manner like a dog looking for drugs.
Cindy : This one smells fishy…
Dylan : Because it’s fish dumplings you dumb fuck…
Sitting across James are his twin cousins, Selene and Sophia. Youngest of the lot and fresh from university, the girls whispered amongst themselves.
James looked at the sexily dressed cousins in tight figure hugging cheongsum. He is already picturing them as characters in his erotic tales, mentally undressing them and making them bend to his will.
They may appear innocent on the surface but James knew they are anything but innocent.
Ann, the oldest cousin among them came out of the kitchen with his grandmother by her side. Not only is Ann a doctor, she is also the lawyer in charge of administering the family’s affairs. The matriarch of the family walked slowly while assisted both by Ann and the walking stick in her hand.
Everyone at the table stood up and waited for Vic to take a seat at the head of the table.
Vic cleared her throat in a crude matter before spitting onto the ground.
Vic : I’ll get straight to the point. Besides having the reunion dinner, I want to talk about my will…The doctor say this will probably be my last reunion dinner. The cancer has spread…half a year at the most…
Half the table tried to stifle their grins at the mere mention of the estate Vic will be leaving behind for their generation. When Vic’s husband passed on a decade ago, his estate was split among their children with nothing going to the 3rd generation.
James’ dad received a million in cash along with a small studio property in town. However, the other uncles received a lot more. On his deathbed, James’ father told him a secret. A secret that James suspect long ago.
Vic’s estate will be split among the 3rd gen of the Koh family. James, as a member of the family, will be getting a share…
Vic : Let’s eat first…Koooooorrrrr…Pui!
Another thick dollop of phlegm hit the ground before Vic picked up the intricate chopsticks adorned with gold dragons.
After the matriarch put the first piece of food into her mouth, the rest of the cousins tuck into dinner, dumping their choice of raw food into the simmering broth in the centre of the table while nipping at the cooked dishes.
No one is allowed to chat during dinner. Dinner time meant eating, and only eating.
10 minutes into the dinner, Vic suddenly gasped and clutch her throat. She stood up and swung her walking stick across the table in agony. Ann, a trained doctor immediately attended to her while the rest of the cousins stared on in shock.
Vic : arnghhhh..ernghhhhhhhhhhh! korrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Vic went into spasm and leaned heavily against Ann before her movements slowed gradually as Ann laid her onto the ground.
Ann lowered herself and checked Vic for a pulse before standing up. She looked at everyone around the table before announcing that the matriarch of the family is dead.
Larry dropped the chopsticks and tried to spit out whatever is in his mouth. Dylan and Cindy exclaimed loudly and started drinking copious amount of water.
Selene and Sophia broke into tears in shock while Peter and Brenda started taking photos and videos of their dead grandmother for their social media account.
Peter : OMG! #Deadgrandmother #reunionnomore
Brenda touched up her lip gloss before pointing the camera at herself. She started sobbing as she broadcast live to her followers that a tragedy has happened at her reunion dinner.
Brenda : sobz, my grandmother passed away so suddenly. Sobz, please like and follow if you would like to find out more. Sobz, so much for our reunion dinner. Sobz…
James chopsticks remained stuck in midair as he looked at his grandmother on the ground. He looked at every one of his cousin before he spat out the piece of vegetable in his mouth.
On the day his grandmother intends to disclose her will, she dies at the dining table over reunion dinner.
The cousins exchanged looks and while no one said the words out loud, it was obvious what everyone is thinking.
Someone killed Vic before she could reveal the will.
And chances are the killer is right there among their midst.
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How many can resist the seduction of money ?
Melissa, upon realising her banker fiance deciding to give it all up to start a food stall, decides soon that love would not fill you up like bread.
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I was a little shocked when I heard that my friend Welly wanted to quit his job in a bank to start a food stall. It didn’t make sense at all to me.
Why would he do that ?
He’s making cool 5 figures a month in a foreign bank, if there is a measurement for success in this country, Welly is practically it
Welly stays in a condo in district 21, has a fully paid car, goes for holidays at least 5 times a year, as if that were not enough, he has a hot girlfriend, or rather wife to be.
Welly and I knew Melissa together when all of us were doing our internship at a bank. She pretty, well spoken and she has a great pair of legs.
Her breast is a full B cup and on days if she decides to give her figure a little boost with a push up bra, Welly and I would take turns counting the number of hardons we get throughout the day while working with Melissa.
The tight dresses and the hip hugging skirt set out tongues wagging whenever we had a chance to talk. I’m sure you know what it’s like, a couple of guys, talking about how you want to do that hot colleague of yours.
During the short 3 month internship, Welly and I took multiple photos of Melissa. Discreetly I mean.
She’s hot and I want her, and I know so does Welly. I caught him secretly taking a photo of Melissa at her desk before, and I’m pretty sure the awkward quick turn he did when I tried to take a upskirt of her at the pantry was evident enough he knew my feelings towards Melissa.
Our friendship blossomed in a way, if you could use that word to describe 2 guys lusting after the same girl.
The 3 of us went back to school after our internship but we kept in contact, meeting up once or twice a month to catch up.
Eventually it came to the point when it was obvious both of us wanted to go after Melissa.
Being brothers and all, we made a pact to compete freely. No matter who lost, it shall not affect our friendship.
Welly : Brothers….
James : Brothers….
We shook hand on the agreement like gentlemen and sealed the contract.
Melissa is aware that both of us are interested in her but she is afraid to make the choice for fear that it will tear us apart. We reassured her that we are not school kids, this is fair game.
It took close to a year and I lost eventually.
I lost because of certain choices I made.
Welly decided to continue his stint in the bank whereas I decided to roll the dice and start a business of my own.
It was this roll of the dice that sealed my fate with Melissa.
While Welly was the classic example of stability, I was the one that chose to take the path less travelled.
And stability is what all women wants.
Something that I was unable to give Melissa.
And to reinforce that her choice is right, my business did badly for the 1st 2 years. I was literally surviving on the 600-700 dollars profit after I take away the necessary cost.
I made mistakes, a lot of it, but with each mistake, I learn. I improvise, and the most important thing of all, I survive.
Welly, Melissa and I still kept in touch, meeting up regularly at least twice a month to catch up. The only difference then was that Melissa was always taking the seat on Welly’s side and the couple always paid for my meals and drinks.
Melissa : When are you going to stop James ?? … you know… get a proper job and all….it’s been how long already… ?
James : coming to 2 years already… blink of an eye….
Melissa : 2 years already…. You are already missing out on a lot…. Welly is already a vice president in the bank….
Welly : Dear…. You take a stone and throw into a bank… you can literally hit a vice president….don’t listen to her James…. You are already turning a profit right…..?? just a bit more to go I’m sure….
Melissa : His profit is what…. A few hundred…. ?
James : Well it’s 6-700…. After expenses and cost but I’m figuring things out along the way…… I think I might know what to do going forward….
Melissa : James…. Please….. 6-700 is not enough for a bag these days…
Welly : I think that’s because of your choice of bags….. don’t listen to her James…. If you need capital injection…. You know where to go…
I know Welly, he is the kind of person that will stand with me on my decision. That’s what brothers are for isn’t it ?
He has offered several times to inject funds into my business if I needed but I turned him down everytime. It hasn’t come to that, besides, my initial capital of 20k is still intact.
I’m making money, just not enough.
Which tells me what I’m doing is right, I just need to find the way forward and all will be fine.
Melissa : Maybe you should give yourself a deadline James ?? … I don’t know…. like another 6 months…. Or something…. If it doesn’t work… my office is hiring… operations executive….. if you are keen….
Welly : My bank is hiring too James….i’m just saying… I can hook you up…. But I just think you should try a little while longer… I’ve seen your books…..it’s good…. 90% of businesses shut down within the 1st year….. 95% won’t make it through the 3rd….. from the looks of things.. you are doing well…
Melissa : Don’t encourage him you idoit…..
Welly : Why not ?? …. I wish I could be my own boss one day too…..
I could see Melissa rolling her eyes and I laughed.
I envy Welly. The 2 of them look good together.
Seeing Melissa in her long sleeve white blouse and tight pencil skirt, I could pretty much imagine how Welly is going to fuck her after dinner that night.
Hiking her skirt up to her waist and making her hold onto the bed frame as he do her in her heels.
When Welly broke news to me that he got a promotion and he’s entered the 5 figure range for monthly pay excluding bonus, I was genuinely happy for him.
We’re 26, turning 27.
How many mid twenties chap could do 5 figures ? Welly is good with his work, he is dedicated, and he can talk. His salesmanship is top notch, if there is someone who deserves to get paid that amount, it would be Welly.
With Welly doing do well, Melissa decided to quit her job to start a small blogshop selling trinkets and accessories.
During my 27th birthday, Welly and Melissa brought me to a nice steakhouse and we blew close to $800 on the food and drinks for 3.
Welly signed for it without batting an eyelid even though I offered to take the bill.
James : Let me….
Welly : It’s your birthday bro…. when it’s my turn… then you pay…
Melissa : It’s 800 bucks James…. Don’t blow your entire month’s budget on this meal… hahaha…
I smiled but said nothing.
It’s the 4th year of my business and things are starting to look bright.
I have 2 staff and after taking away staff cost including my $5000 a month salary, the company still retained a profit of almost $60000 that year.
Welly : James is already making a profit ok…. In 3 years…. I think he will be the one paying for all our meals…..hahah
Melissa : He was turning a profit for very long… the thing is… whether is it enough or not…. Right… ? haha
Welly just smiled but said nothing.
He did not tell Melissa how I was doing and I could understand why. He was still unsure about her. As you can probably see by now, Melissa isn’t really the go getter, choosing to settle for the comfortable life.
Welly and Melissa are still dating, he had hinted about a proposal but so far nothing is concrete. Still this doesn’t stop Melissa from using Welly’s credit card for herself, chalking up easily 2-3k in charges every month.
2-3k is nothing to Welly, his annual package can well afford it but the question is how long will it stay at 2-3 ?
It will eventually go up to 3-4, then maybe 5-6.
I know what Welly is worried about. I can read him as well as he can read me.
He worried that if Melissa sees that I’m doing well now, she might have a change of heart.
I can’t say she’s exactly a gold digger because when she knew us, we both had nothing.
She liked the both of us the same. In fact, I had kissed Melissa first before Welly.
I had fondled her firm breasts before Welly.
I even touched her outside her panty and she did not resist me.
These are things that Welly did not get to do during the competition stage.
I know because the moment Melissa made her choice, she asked that these stay between us.
I agreed of course.
On Welly’s 28th birthday, he popped the question to Melissa and she said yes.
It was my turn to get the bill and I did not blink when the $1000 dollar bill came to me. I already have 4 employees with the 5th joining in a month’s time. I increased my monthly pay to 9k and put the car down as part of the company’ expenses.
I was truly happy for Welly and Melissa. The 1.8 carat diamond ring sparkled like the way it should. Welly was over the moon and so was Melissa, for a while at least.
After getting the bill and keeping my card, Welly had something else to say.
He had another announcement to make.
Welly : And there’s something else…. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time…..
Melissa : what is it…
James : More good news ??!! shall we open another bottle ??
Welly laughed and he announced that he is going to quit his job and start his own business.
Welly : I’ve been thinking about this for a while…. And I want to sell food….i really like food… and I think moving forward… that’s the way to go….
Welly reasoned that rain or shine, market crash or not, people need to eat, and people will queue and wait for good food.
To keep cost low and to get some experiences, he will first start off as a hawker. In fact, he has already scouted out a location in town and he plans to put things in motion within the next 3 months.
When Welly was done, he looked at both Melissa and my expression.
Welly : are you shocked ? hahah… to surprise to speak.. ? hahaha
James : but… why …. ? you’re…. getting what…. An easy 18 a month…. Excluding bonus….
Welly : but…getting 18…. Is not making me happy…. It’s not about the money James…. You’re your own boss.. you should know what I mean….
James : I… bro I’m with you all the way … you know I am but….are you sure ??
Welly patted his chest and said he has thought about this for a while.
Welly : 100%…. haha…. I’m going to be a hawkerpreneurs…..
I nodded and topped up his champagne.
James :well…. If you need anything… money… advices… contacts… you know who to look for…..
I proposed a toast and I noticed something.
Melissa was a little too slow when reaching for her glass even though she forced a smile.
The news came as a shock to her. It was obvious.
That shock eventually because a flashpoint in their relationship.
A small crack appeared in their otherwise undying love for each other.
When I saw that crack appearing, it was too tempting for me not to do something about it.
Especially more so when I always wanted to fuck Melissa.
How can I do this to my brother you say ?
Well, the thing is, I think Welly, is too good for Melissa.
He just doesn’t see it, maybe he does and he just doesn’t want to acknowledge it, so as his good friend, I believe it is my duty to make him see that.
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