The longest wait of my life

[Numberone]

nice, keep it coming

[milford]

U r a talented director and writer for porn movies or drama...I see you can write a lot of juicy and sexy stories. Too bad your talents was only recognized writing in this forum instead of playing out in tv or cinemas.

[sammydaddy]

Originally Posted by milford

U r a talented director and writer for porn movies or drama...I see you can write a lot of juicy and sexy stories. Too bad your talents was only recognized writing in this forum instead of playing out in tv or cinemas.

Fully agreed

[jamesrockwell]

if those japanese porn script writer come to SBF, surely they will recruit you la brother....

[earth]

Originally Posted by jamesrockwell

if those japanese porn script writer come to SBF, surely they will recruit you la brother....

TS is one of the best writer I had seem in SBF

[TheBanzai]

ILoveOCK

When is your next episode ?

Waiting ..........

[GrieGzEters]

Awesome thread, looking forward to the next one. Strangely, I am more interested in Pete and Sara instead..

[assster]

Best.story.ever

[Dave M]

hope thread-starter will be back for another chapter.

[GeMiNiZzzzZzz]

Another fantastic piece of work from your previous story.

Fictional or not doesn't bother me because it's just a great writeup

[nudedudez]

Have to say again... Fantastic writing.. Waiting for more.

[ilikeoldchangke]

I reached YCK stadium at 10.30 am on that saturday morning to see a reved up Karen smashing ball after ball across the tennis court towards her opponent. She's wearing a white nike cap and a polo T. I would have prefered a white mini skirt too to complete the tennis attire but that is not the case. She had on a pair of black shorts.

I sat a distance away and observed the match.

The sun is glaring and i'm surprise she can see where the ball is , my guess is she would have an easier time finding my balls in a nice enclosed environment.


Her match ended at 10.50 and she waved a goodbye to her partner. Grabbing her bag and her bottle, she squeezed a generous amount of water onto her face before drinking it. The squirts of liquid onto her neck and chin gave me ideas that still only exists in my fantasy.

I stood up and i saw her smile at me. Her facial expression seemed neutral. I could not detect any hint of a quarrel. If she was upset or was confronted by Pete last night, she did not show it.

Karen : Hey.

Gary : Morning.

Karen : Hungry ?

Gary :Of course...

I pointed to the paper bag of macdonald breakfast i got from a drive-through nearby.

Karen : Wow. What did you get ?

Gary : Food ?

Karen : Nice, we’re supposed to go eat together remember ? Why the takeaway.

Gary : When you said to meet here, my guess you’ll be having a game. Just thought you might get hungry early.

She gave my bum a little smack with her racket as we stroll towards the stadium.



Settling ourselves on the highest seat, we sat down on the concrete to have our breakfast.

As the morning sun rose higher, most of the joggers left the stadium, leaving a handful of people doing their own stuff a distance away.

After eating, Karen leaned against me.

Karen : I'm asked you here today for a reason .... we need to talk.

My heart rate started to go up. This is it.

Gary : about ?

Karen : about what happened...

Gary : What happened ?

My mind bordered between talking to her about our incident in Thailand and her current situation with her husband. Did he confront her last night?

Karen : don't play dumb Gary, we're too matured for that. I just want to say what happened in thailand was a mistake.

Karen : I want to let whatever happens in thailand, stay in thailand.

I was a little lost for words but i let her continue.

Karen : This is .. just wrong.

There was a moment of silence before i replied.

Gary : I know... but whatever we did at that point of time felt right.

Karen did not offer a reply.



Sitting closer to her, My left hand went around her shoulders and brought her closer. Instead of leaning against me, Karen turned and stood up, stretching herself, giving me a long good look at her toned legs.

After what seemed like 15 minutes of non-communication, we got up and walk towards her car.

Something is wrong somewhere, this wasn’t the kind of morning I expected.



As we approached her car, my heart started to beat faster thumping against my ribcage.

Letting her bag drop near her boot, Karen turned towards me.

Karen : Gary , we should… keep our distance. Sorry.

She gave me a long hug, pressing her firm breast onto my body and I closed my eyes, taking in the smell of her dried perspiration which left behind small sandy crystal of salt on her skin.




I watched the Nissan March pull away from the carpark.



I was not unhappy , rather I was unsatisfied, returning home, I saw my wife drenched in sweat as she walked in from the balcony of our bedroom.

Sara kept in shape too, doing the occasional half marathon. Her FBT shorts is wet and plastered to the side of her thighs. Her hair in a pony tail as she looked at me from the corner of her as she drank up from a bottle .

Sara : You went back to office ?

Gary : yeap.

I looked at her exposed abs, streak with droplets of sweat. Her sports bra, a little uneven and out of shape, she must have had one hell of a workout that morning.

I made my move towards Sara, it’s been a while since I had her.


Cupping my hand behind her butt, I brought her close to me and we kissed. Her sweat reminded me of Karen when we hugged.

I caressed her breast as we kissed in our room.

Sliding my fingers down to her privates, I could not tell if she was wet from her jog or she was feeling horny as well. Her lovehole seemed to be well lubricated.

It seems depriving her of sex for a couple of weeks did wonders to her sex drive.


Stripping my pants, I brought aside her shorts as she backstepped to my study table.
Opening her up, I looked down, trying to find my way into her abyss.

Lifting my chin up immediately, Sara kissed me passionately as she guided me into her.


The familiar warmth, the soothing wetness, and the security of my wife’s vagina.

There is no place like home.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Pete – September 2011


I woke up with a shocked as I felt the warmth of the sun on my face that morning.
Sara was lying on my chest as I scrambled for my phone.

Damm, it’s already 11am. I’m so screwed, being late for work I can fob up some excuses, Gary is not around anyway, but the thought of Gary arriving home any moment is enough to make my balls shrink.

I tried to lift Sara off me but when she saw me awake, she clamoured onto me, turning her body around.

Pete : Sara, get up, quick. It’s 11 already.. Gary is going to be back anytime soon.

I did not get a reply but I felt her cupping her mouth onto my rapidly erecting manhood. Her pelvis, at the same time gyrate towards my face.

Pete : Sara, not enough time. Please get up.

I tried to push her off but her thighs and knees clamped my head tight as she straightened up , lowering herself to my mouth.

I could see the glistening love hole I was pounding on till wee hours in the morning is ready for another servicing.

Sara : Quick Pete, let me go one more time… before Gary gets back.

I knew I can’t reject her as I felt the first drop of her love juice hit me on my nose, the second dripped on my lip as I opened my mouth.

I felt her hand encompass my dick as she started to stroke me while I give her a cat bath on her privates.


As each moment pass, I felt more nervous that we would be caught in the act. Sara must know what time Gary’s flight is arriving, she would not take such a risk herself.


I felt a sense of relieve when I heard Sara suck in that erotic gasp of air and in intensified my tongue job on her.

The next instance, her entire vagina pressed down uncomfortably on my mouth as she rubbed and moaned her way to climax, oblivious to the distress she is causing to my lips and nose.

Releasing me from her death grasp of her thighs, she turned and collapsed onto the bed while I scrambled around the room, picking up my clothes.


I went in for a quick shower, right when I was about to be done, Sara joined me in the shower.

I got dressed and left Sara place immediately after I dried myself.

My watch read 12.05pm.

I got onto a cab and reached home right when I saw Sara’s message at 12.25.


Sara sms : Have a great day at work : ) , I’m going for spa. Called in sick today.



Changing out of my clothes when I got home, I rushed down to office and walked in when most of the staff were out for lunch .


My face must be looking visibly pale when Gary entered the office 40 minutes after me.


He had a short meeting with me to bring him up to date with the work before asking me to take care and leave home early for a rest as I looked exhausted.


In my mind I was thinking how could I not be when his wife totally drained me of all my energy, and she still seem so energized.


I left Gary’s office to continue my work.

My heart was filled with guilt, so much guilt that I wanted to puke.




Friday came and Sara’s sms got a little more frequent.
She demanded to know what I was doing, am I thinking of her. She asked for hourly updates of where Gary is, will he be out ? , is he in ?

I am started to get a little freaked out by Sara.

Somehow, as if I’m in a trance, I smsed Sara at 7pm when I saw Gary heading out of the office.

My wife is going back to her mum’s place in little india that evening, will prob be back late. I felt the stir in my pants and the butterflies in my stomach, guilt at the same time flooded my mind.

Still, I gave in to the little head when I hit the sent button.


Pete sms : Gary left office .

Sara sms : Sweet. I bought you desserts. Coming over now.


I did not know what i was doing anymore.


The office was empty except for me and i buzz Sara to come up. I felt that i am getting bolder. Afterall, she can say she's here for Gary anyway.

Sara bought me a serving of Cheng-Ting and we shared it at my desk. We chatted casually and she used the bathroom and explored Gary's desk.


8.30pm.

Sara and i got frisker as our hands started wandering all over each other.

Seeing her in that black tube dress after she removed her outer jacket got me excited. To my surprise, she lowered herself to her knees and went under my desk. Her hand reached for the lever beneath my chair and got me lowered to the ideal height.


Sara : Send my husband a mail while i suck you Pete.

I felt my penis bursting through my pants.

The zip went down and i heard the 'ding' of the lift when i felt the warmth of Sara's lips slide down my dick


I dare not move.

I dare not breath.

The bobbing motion of her head continued as i watch Gary enter the office and went straight to his room.

I'm fucked.

[yang punk]

Wow ...getting a blowjob from the boss's wife whilst talking to the boss sitting across the table! The ultimate orgasm! Haha

[StillLearning]

" Sara : Send my husband a mail while i suck you Pete.

I felt my penis bursting through my pants.

The zip went down and i heard the 'ding' of the lift when i felt the warmth of Sara's lips slide down my dick

I dare not move.

I dare not breath.

The bobbing motion of her head continued as i watch Gary enter the office and went straight to his room.

I'm fucked. "

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