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Who is fucking Mike's Wife (Story)
A slow day so reackon i writing something. This suppose to be a "Who did it" kind of story but i had not prepare this so may not be my best work. Let's hope at least it entertains.
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Stacy could feel the fingers pressing against her collarbone with exactly the right pressure, just the way she liked it. It was a big pair of hands and they are now moving slowly towards her hip. She was facing down on the bed fully naked. She loved it when her lover massage for her, it usually end up with great sex. The hands were now stroking her inner thighs; she gently spread out her legs to allow the hands better reach. She could feel the excitement building up and her body was reacting accordingly.
A finger went in, it was an easy entry as she was already wet. The finger was roaming expertly, just the way she would do it herself. She long for her own breast, they were screaming for her own touch. She reach out to the finger, holding on to it making sure it is still doing its job while she turn over face up. The finger did not stop a moment and she started to caress her breast with her hand moving them up and down. Her eyes were still closed. “Eat me, will u” she said while spreading her legs wider. Her lover’s head lowered, she felt him kissing her at the perimeter of her love hole before suddenly give her a full lick over. The sudden change in movement makes her almost come but she resisted, as she knew more would follow. Her nipples were now hardened and she needed them service as well. She licked her fingers and circled them around her nipples to feel the wetness. It was time to ask for it. “Fuck me please” her lover withdrew the tongue; she could feel the head it was a slow and careful insertion. The expectation is building up. She shivered when it was fully in and with every push she felt her body losing more control. She felt weightless. She moved her hands to feel her lover’s chest longing for the chest hair. It was bare; there was no chest hair. Shock! She opened her eyes, facing her was the disgusting face of Mike. He was sweating and stinks. He was ramming away like no tomorrow. She lost all interest. She would like let him do the job and hoped it finished as soon as possible. It would not last long she knew. Before she could try to re-start her imagination, he was finished. She pushed him away and he walked straight to the toilet. She could not be bothered with cleaning herself and pretended to sleep. Mike got into bed and said “It was great, love”. She ignored him, longing for her lover.
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Mike was smiling from ear to ear while walking into the office. It was the first time in 2 months that he had managed to “do it” with his wife. She was always complaining about sex being painful. He was trying to be understanding so did not force her. Last night he had massaged her while she was sleeping and she reacted well. It was wonderful love making.
“Hey Michael, you looks good today. Must have got laid huh dude?” said his young Ang Mo creative director. “I don’t kiss and tell, Roger” Mike replied while still smiling. “That’s the problem with u Asian blokes, you are too shy. How you expect to make your woman happy this way? If I was Stacy, I would have kicked you out by now.” Roger continues while walking with Mike towards the meeting room. Mike simply smiled and did not replied. He hated the Ang Mo’s arrogance. But Roger did have a point; Mike was too conservative at times. He knew Roger was a Casanova. He had seen Roger going out with different girls all the time. He wondered if Roger was really as great as he proclaimed. “What’s that about us Asian being shy?” a voice came from behind them. Mike turned and saw that it was Keng. Keng was their MD. He came forward patting Mike on his back “don’t let this Ang Mo look down on us. They are all talk only. You know why he keep changing girlfriends? Because he cannot satisfy them” They all laughed with Keng.
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Back after lunch. Hope to finish by today if possible.
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The meeting ended swiftly. Mike reminded Keng and Roger about their Mahjong session later on in the evening at his place.
“Oh yes, I am so going to show you how I can beat you in your own game” said Roger smiling at the hidden joke himself. “Just bring lots of money with you” shot back Keng. “Remember that your partners are invited as well. 7pm dinner provided.” Mike reminded them and they broke to carry on with their own job. Mike dialed Steven’s number, it rang for a while before getting voice message. “Hi if you are looking for Steven press One. For Joe press Two. If you really press any of the number suggested you are a stupid ass ha ha ha…. Oh and by the way, we are gay and we are proud of it” Beep Mike left a message reminding Steven of Mahjong session and encouraged him to bring Joe as well.
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Stacy was preparing dinner for her guests when the doorbell rang. Her heart immediately began to pound. She knew it could not be Mike this early and it could only meant her lover has decided to come early. She ignored the doorbell and rushed to her bedroom making sure her hair was not in a mess and painted her lip. She then took off everything except for her apron it would be a surprise.
She opened the door with anticipation. She loved the surprised look on her lover. She purposely turned with her back facing her lover show that she had nothing to hide. Her lover closed the door and rush to her and grabbed her from behind. She could fell something hard. “U came pre …. par … ed” she could hardly let the words out as the hands had started to squeezed her breasts. She could feel the rough material of the apron rubbing against her nipples. “Not as prepared as you” her lover said. With that her lover pushed her into the sofa and grabbed her legs while she was falling and started to eat her. Oh how Stacy enjoyed the rush to her head. It was all so spontaneous. She grabbed her lover’s head assisting in making sure the rhythm was to her liking. She exploded in her apron.
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Mike came home at thirty to seven and Mary was already there help out in the kitchen.
“Hi Mary, thanks for dropping by early to help.” Mike went over and gave her a slight kiss on the cheek. Mike always fancied Mary. She was always well dressed and had good manners. She was always in a cheongsam showing off her beautiful legs that sets Mikes imagination wild. Mike often found himself cursing Keng for being so lucky to have a wife like Mary. “Well I am not helping much, you should credit you wife” Mary replied. Mike went to the bedroom and found Stacy in the shower. He found the apron and her under wears hanging behind the door. He was turned on immediately. He took them down to smell. He was puzzled that the apron smelt very much like sex. “What are you doing?” Stacy shouted. Mike raised the apron on his hand and smiled “u been naughty in your apron haven’t you?” Stacy faced changed “get the fuck out, I need some privacy. Damn” Mike did not know why his wife threw such a rage but left to save himself more trouble. There will be guests coming and it was not the best time to start a fight.
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Soon everyone arrived. Keng came with a bottle of red. Roger bought a new girl as usual; she was a big breast Vietnamese girl that shows a little too much cleavage. Steven and Joe came in hand in hand. Dinner was fantastic; everyone was praising Stacey while she credited most of them to Mary. Both ladies assuring all that the other played a bigger part. After dinner, everyone adjourned to the living room and Keng was pouring everyone a class of red wine.
“So how’s our favorite gay pair getting along?” joked Keng while he took his seat at the armchair. Joe waved his hand animatedly “well you know lah, as usual we are enjoying playing family” everyone laughed. “Steven told me he fancied Mike when he was in school but Mike reject him preferring a woman’s body instead” Joe shot a disgusted look at Mike. “Can’t blame me after you see how good my wife looks” beamed Mike. “If I were to take the offer from my best pal, you would not have the catch of your life” added Mike. “Blah Blah Blah, you man are all the same” Joe waving his hands animatedly again. “Actually, went I first met the two of them, I fancied Steven more. How sad was I to learn I had to fight with him for Mike instead” Stacy chipped in while the rest laughed hysterically. “Seriously, I always wondered how it is like making out with a gay man” Stacy continued. Joe put his arms around Steven pretending to protect him from Stacy. “Not Steven, I meant you silly” said Stacy pointing at Joe. Joe immediately used his hands to cover his manhood to more laughter.
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“I am not gay but I can pretend to be one if you like” shouted Roger sounding a little too keen.
“Tell that to Joe” Mike shot back not exactly liking the joke cracked by Roger. Stacy sensed the unease “ok, now the women will clean up and you boys can start you Mahjong session. By women I included you Joe as well” more laughter and they moved into separate groups. “I need a piss” said Roger as he walked passed Stacy. Mike caught what he thought was some suggestive exchange of look between them. “I am off for a smoke outside the house” claimed Keng. Mike and Steven started to set up the Mahjong table. Stacy excused herself from the ladies saying she wanted to use the bathroom in her room. Her room was dark, she knew her lover would be waiting and did not turn the lamp on. “I will show you what a true man can do” a voice came behind her. Her lover grabbed her and pushes her onto the bed forcing her legs apart. She felt hands trying to remove her panty without much success. “Do it with it one, I like you to be rough”. Encouraged, her lover move in. She felt her panty tightened followed by a rush of sensation. The ramming continued until she fully exploded. It was over in 3 minutes but what a 3 minutes it was. She was exhausted. “Now I had his woman, I am going to have his money too” the voice said and disappeared.
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Re: Who is fucking Mike's Wife (Story)
who could it be ???? hmmm ... any guess so far? stay tuned.
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Mike ended the Mahjong session being the only loser with the other 3 winning almost equal share. Mike thought his luck must have been lost because he kept looking at Mary’s legs, which crisscrossed so very often. His guest left soon and he felt horny after all the legs he had seen. He watched while Stacy climbed up the stairs to the bedroom showing off her won pair of lovely legs. When he reached the bedroom, Stacy was already changed and in bed. He climbed into the bed and started to fondle her breast. Stacy pretended to sleep hoping that he will go away. She has had her fun for the day and did not wished to be disturbed. But Mike did not get her signal and moved on to her lower body. Mike was licking her thigh when he smelt something funny. Shocked. Stacy’s panty smelt like sperm.
“What’s happening!” Mike got up and switched on the light to the bedroom. “I just don’t feel like it.” Said Stacy. “It’s not about sex, well at least not with me. Your panty smell like sperm to me, you been having sex. First the apron now this, damn it what you take me for?” Mike hissed. “You are out of your mind” Stacy waved him away and tried to continue with her sleep. Mike suddenly jumped onto Stacy and tore her panty up. He threw them at Stacy “Smell it for yourself you fucking bitch” Stacy was red faced now “So what if I fuck someone else, you are not up to it anyway” “Who was it, it had to happen only recently. It must be one of our guest. Who the fuck u fucked?” “Go find out yourself” Stacy stormed out of the room and went into the guest room and locked it. Mike was in total lost; his own wife has been fucking his friend right under his nose in his own house. He was boiling in anger. He vowed to find out and revenge.
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Re: Who is fucking Mike's Wife (Story)
ok sorry writer's block. dunno leh mayb story not interesting enough. continue tomorrow.
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oh wow...cant wait to know who it was..the anticipation...
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Re: Who is fucking Mike's Wife (Story)
tks man... dont take too long to continue...
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ok grand finale coming up ... he he
Mike was thinking hard who among his guests was fucking his wife. He swore to locate the person. He ran through the events over the evening and remembered the lewd remarks and look on Roger. The more he thought about it, it more he was sure Roger was the culprit. It did not go well with him having an Ang Mo fucking his wife under his nose. He started to craft out a plan. The next morning, Mike left a note on the dining table “I am off to stay in a hotel, need a break from you” and left for his office. In his office, Mike called Roger’s assistant to check his schedule citing he needed a meeting with Roger. He noticed that Roger is schedule to meet a client from 2 to 4 pm on they day. That will be enough for him to drive to my house, fuck my wife and get back. Mike thought to himself. He has decided to tail Roger. At exactly quarter to two, Mike left his office and drove his car out of the car park and stop at the corner facing his office. Roger appear a while later. He followed Roger’s car making sure he is always 3 to 4 cars away. His heart jumped when he realized that Roger was taking the route to his house. His heart pound even faster when Roger turned into the street his house was on. Clenching his fist, he parked way before his house and watched Roger walking into it. He did not notice Keng’s car parked 3 slot behind him.
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