[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

Memories of how she would welcome my touch; the excitement of us going out - away from familiar eyes - the thrill of cheating.

I could just imagine Wanda spreading her legs wide open for me to conquer her again. How I long to pump my cock into her; how long has it been since I unloaded my hot cum inside her welcoming love cove?

With a raging hard on, I ventured out to look for Wanda.

There was a fire that needed to be put out!

Just like many Singaporeans, I live in a small HDB flat; nothing to shout about. So it didn't take too long for me to find my Wanda.

"Sayang," I called out as I reached to touch her.

My outstretched hand was met with a slap.

"What you want?" Wanda snapped at me.

Like a dog with my tail between my legs, I tried to explain myself. In my mind, I would do anything I could just to satisfy my insatiable lust right now.

"What you think of me? A ball you kick around?" she asked, "Last night I heard you enjoy many inside and now you come back for me?" the tone of jealousy was very evident in her voice.

"Sayang," I defended myself, "She's my wife! And last night, she suddenly wanted it. If I don't give it to her, she would get suspicious and think that I have another woman outside."

"I didn't initiate the sex with her," I pleaded with her, "you got to believe me! How could I bring myself to fuck her after I tasted a treasure like you?" I couldn't believe the extent I had gone, just to have sex with my maid again.

Wanda had her back against me as she said she had had enough of being played by men.

"You are just like Amir and Fauzi," she said coldly, "you only want to play with my body. Use me like masak and then after you are finish, you go back to your wife and become a happy goody man!"

"You are liar!" she said as she turned to face me.

I could see the tears welling up in her angry eyes.

"Sayang! Sayang!" I found myself whimpering, at a loss for words. "Please," I pleaded with her, "don't be like this! I never thought of you this way!"

"Then what am I to you?" she asked.

"You are my sayang," I replied.

"What am I to you?" she repeated he question, evident that she did not accept my previous answer.

I pondered on a proper response. What was she to me? She was my maid. One that I picked up to help me take care of my sick wife and my young son. Then she became my live-in lover; a person I took out all my pent up sexual frustration on - for all the years my wife had denied me sex. And now that my wife finally let me have sex with her again, what does that leave Wanda?

I felt a twinge of guilt. I refuse to believe that I was a bastard and that I was just using Wanda to get my rocks off. What I feel for her was more than lust; it was love - at least to me, it is!

"Tak apa!" she said as she walked away, "I know I am just a fuck toy to all you dirty men. Always telling me sweet words only just to sleep with me. Now you already have me; you already fuck me; you already shoot inside of me; you shoot all over me; you already make me dirty, so you go back to your clean and proper wife. I am just a bitch to you. A broken toy."

Something inside of me broke when I heard those words leave her mouth.


What should I do?