An Affair with an older married lady... and the aftermath... - Page 12

Djandi · #**166** 10-10-2013, 08:11 AM

Bro ts, I think u had fallen in love.. Nice story.. Cheers

bivalve · #**167** 10-10-2013, 11:33 AM

Another thread I subscribed

Bro, I honestly hope that this is just a story - because mixing too much fantasy or trying to realize too much fantasies into real life is like preparing yourself for a really bad free fall.

Sounds like a very sad ending in the making leh. There are too many good things to remember liao.

Nonetheless, it's very good writing and i hope you carry on!

Shrouded · #**168** 10-10-2013, 12:46 PM

Ann didn't contact me for the next few months. I didn't contact her either. It was as though everything we did before was an extended one night stand.

I wouldn't say I went through any kind of emotional turmoil or whatever guys felt whenever they broke up with their girlfriends/wives/mistresses/fuck buddies etc. But it was pretty lonely after awhile. My weekly hardcore masturbation sessions resumed, and I even went for those kind of massages to try to see what was wrong with my cock.

Nothing was wrong with it. One of the masseuse had so much fun playing with it, she actually hinted that she provided more than just those kind of massages. Of course I knew better. She was merely trying to get more business for herself. It must be tough being a masseuse. Without offering "specials" or extra services, their pay was hardly $1000 a month. Or so she told me.

Life returned to normal for me. I stopped expecting texts from Ann and thought that I would never get to drive her sports cars again. Not that I was bothered. I was probably just at the right place at the right time, she needed a fuck and I gave it to her.

But I really did wonder how the whole situtation started.

Was Ann someone planted there by my ex girlfriend to help me move on? If that was the case, then my life would be a damn interesting soap opera. Many questions and scenarios played through my head as I tried to make sense of it all. But none of the scenarios actually seemed plausible.
I started spending more time with my camp mates and other friends, going pubbing, KTVs, ocassional trips to the Geylang fish tanks. Getting so drunk on Fridays and Saturdays that Sundays were wasted sleeping the entire day before meeting them again for supper before booking in. I finally understood how regulars, even with a relatively ok salary, could rack up absurd amounts of debt.

But, I was actually starting to enjoy the single life my friends were leading.

One fine Friday night, by some fluke I was back at the pub where I met Ann. It was my friend's birthday and the idiot decided to open a cannon. Even before two hours there, we were already high as fuck, and my friend and I had been chatting up two office ladies.

I went outside for a smoke. As I sat on the pavement, resting my head on my knees and letting my cigarette burn out, I saw a pair of wedges, followed by toned calves stop in front of me.

"Hi! Could I borrow your lighter?"

cuntarow · #**169** 10-10-2013, 03:47 PM

bro there is an army song to describe the next scenario................ here we go again, same old shit again........................

andythai · #**170** 10-10-2013, 05:29 PM

The light is up and going bro....

beaverlover · #**171** 10-10-2013, 05:52 PM

What a story... While I've nv messed with someone's else wife before, I ever did with a sort of friend's gf... It was a really bad experience and I've been carrying that guilt ever since.

Having said that, perhaps some of the Samsters here can compile a short story book and get it published already. i can see many talented writers here.

"A compendium of lonely souls and horny ghosts"

Shrouded · #**172** 10-10-2013, 06:55 PM

I looked up.

She stood there in 4-inch wedges, offering me an excellent view of her toned legs, her shapely butt covered barely by a striped short dress that clung tightly to her body.

She smiled at me.

"Could I borrow your lighter?"

I stared at the cigarette in her hand. Samproena. Just like me.

But somehow I ignored her.

"You're pretty unfriendly."

She sat down next to me.

"I would like to smoke and I don't have a lighter. Could I borrow yours?"

Grudgingly, I dug around in my pocket and withdrew my lighter. Clumsily, the okamoto 0.03 I bought earlier fell out from my pocket as well. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it back into my pocket.

She took the lighter and lit her stick. I was pretty sure she saw the pack of condoms.

"Trying to get lucky tonight?"

I continued to ignore her.

"Lots of pretty girls hanging around. At least you're responsible. Don't go spreading STDs or getting young ladies pregnant."

I wondered what exactly her problem was.

I lit another stick.

"You know I come here pretty often. The music's not too loud, drinks reasonably priced. Friendly people."

I still remained silent. I did not want to talk to her.

She inched closer and I inched away.

"You seem to be afraid of me. Why?"

I puffed away silently at my stick.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you that shy?"

I stubbed out my stick and lit another. She was seriously getting on my nerves. She lit another stick too.

"You know, smoking too much can cause health problems?"

I looked at her, but kept my mouth shut.

"I've never met such a shy boy before. Or are you mute? You're definitely not deaf."

I wanted to stand up and walk away, but the amount of Martell I had drunk in the past 2 hours was definitely causing some sort of reaction. I decided to stone on the pavement.

"Well I'm here with my girlfriends, would you like to meet them? Oh wait, you can't talk. Poor thing."

I stubbed out my third stick and opened my pack. It was empty. She offered me hers.

I thought for awhile before I took it. I fumbled around for my lighter and realised I had passed it to her when she lit her second stick. She leaned over and I looked down her dress, staring at the two mounds of flesh encased in what looked like a half-cup bra.

She saw me doing it and slapped my thigh.

"You're such a cheeky boy."

She did not remove her hand from my thigh and instead moved it closer and closer to my groin. I felt and instant reaction. And I decided to speak.

"What do you want?"

She withdrew her hand.

"Just checking the equipment."

I took another drag on my cigarette.

"You've got a lot of nerve acting like this. Especially after what happened the last time. You didn't call, didn't text, didn't let me know what was happening. Yet now you act like everything is alright?"

Ann frowned.

"Well I'm sorry you think and act like a girl."

"So what do you want now."

"You know what I want."

I definitely did.