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Wanda hugged me, burying her face deep into my abdomen. I returned the hug. My sweet Wanda; she has brought so much pleasure and happiness to me since she came into our life. I basked in the afterglow of sex and as the last ebbs of my climax subsided, I noticed my belly getting wet. I gently lifted her chin; the stored tears continued to flow and Wanda burst into sobs. I hugged her again. I felt that this was the only way I could reassure her that I was there for her. I had hoped that by doing so, she could feel my love for her and my sincerity. All I heard was muffled sobs as she continued to cry, her head buried in my chest. I was puzzled at her sudden outburst; I was even more worried that she would go to the authorities and cry rape.

Whenever she seemed to be getting herself under control, a fresh bout of sobs would begin. My thoughts raced. I tried to recall all the events that led to the present moment. Had Wanda display any signs of being under duress? How did she react during the Guest Registration? I really didn't want to go to jail; I really didn't want to have to explain to my wife and my son what I have just done. Wasn't she a willing party? Why was she crying now? I started rambling about how I loved her and how she was so much better than my wife and that I would love her and dote on her and take care of her. In short, I began to make promises that a man would only make to his wife.

Wanda finally looked up. She told me that she had given me what she deemed precious and although I was not her first man; she was robbed of her virginity by her husband's uncle but she profess that I was the first man that she offered her body willingly. My heart melted.

As we lay in bed, Wanda recounted her life after marriage......

It is a Javanese ideal that husbands and wives should show affection and love to each other, since they cannot demonstrate their affection publicly, they can only do so in private. As I came from a poor family, we received very little education and we were not exposed to the 'finer things in life'. Now that I was married 'up', I was to be 'educated' in 'the ways of the rich'.

It was Javanese tradition that mothers would impart their skills and knowledge to their daughters. As my mother was poorly educated herself, I only inherited her skills as a housewife. I did not know how to dress up or how to behave in a formal way. So this responsibility fell on the shoulders of my mother-in-law.

She took me into a windowless room. She closed and locked the door behind her and told me in a serious voice, "What I am going to impart to you is strictly from a mother to a daughter. You will not share this knowledge with any one other than your own daughter. As I only have a son and since your mother lacks the knowledge in this area, I will now teach you the ways of satisfying a man. Learn these skills so that you can make my son surrender his his seeds to you and crave for you as he would his inanimate toys. Make him favour you over his other distractions so that you may bear children to carry on our family line."

She then brought out what looked like a carrot and told me to suck on it. Not expecting any of these, I hesitated. My hesitation was met by a tight slap and I felt my left cheek burning.

"Suck it you ungrateful, little bitch!" Mother commanded, "it is not your place to think or to question but to obey, do you understand?"

I nodded.

My silent reply brought about two more slaps across my faces and I cried out in pain.

"You will speak when spoken to and answer when asked", Mother instructed. And in a deliberate voice, she asked, "Do I make myself clear, Wanda?"

"Yes." I replied. Tears welling up in my eyes.

"Yes, Mother." she corrected me. "Without my family, your family would have starved. How much can your family earn by selling the crops that you grow in your backyard? Just look at yourself? Your body is so small like that of a child. No matter, what you lack in stature, you will make up in skill. I will teach you the ways of the Kamasutra and you will bear us descendants. Now suck it!"

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I begin to suck the carrot-like object. "Suck it like you enjoy it. Suck it as if it was ice cream. Make some slurping noise."
Mother continued to give instructions. I found out later that she was imparting the art of fellatio as we progressed to objects of different shapes and sizes.

Every morning, after cleaning up after breakfast, I would spend at least a few hours daily in that windowless room. The only times I could 'take a break' from training was when I was unclean and during fasting month. Training progressed from fellatio to the actual act of love-making. Although my husband had the intellect of a child, I was still expected to carry out my duties as a wife. Mother told me that since my family had sold me to them, my sole purpose in life now is to serve my husband and his family. For once in my life, I felt shame for being poor but I had no choice. This was my lot in life and I had to accept it.

As perverse as this sounds, I was thankful to her mother-in-law because Wanda could give head like no other. I realized now, her skill was derived after months of training. My maid was some trained pleasure giver and I hung on every single word of her story...

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As Wanda related her story, I began to feel another erection coming. Wanda noticed this too and she took my awakening organ in her soft hands and began to touch it as she continued to share her story......

One night, as I was sleeping, I thought I heard the clicking sound of the lock of my door. I woke up with a start and found a figure creeping into my bedroom. It was Amir!

"When you first sucked my dick you were but a novice, you couldn't satisfy me but your tight pussy made up for your incompetence. But, by now, you should have learnt some skills from your mother. I am here tonight to test you. Show me what you have learnt, child." Amir commanded me.

I hesitated. Then I remembered the slap that Mother gave to me and her harsh words, "It is not your place to think or to question but to obey".

"Make no mistake, child." Amir reminded me, "For if you fail to please me, I will let your mother know that you have made my nephew very unhappy and this will not sit well with her and your father-in-law. They will return you back to your family and you will live in this village in shame. Is that what you want?" Amir threatened.

I got up from the bed and walked towards Amir and knelt before him.

"No, uncle." I replied, "I am yours to command. Please put in a good word to Mother and Father for me."

"King," he corrected me, "you will address me as 'King Amir' whenever we are alone and you will serve as you would a king. Give me pleasure or I will make your life hell!" He hissed as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor, freeing his rising cock.

It was clear he hadn't washed up so I took a towel, wet it and cleaned up his tool, giving him a handjob in the process. Mother had taught me not to make it seem like I was cleaning but rather as a form of foreplay; the sensation of the warm and cold towels will stimulate the penis. I played with his balls as I used a cold towel to massage his now erect member.

I kissed the tip of his penis and then I flicked my tongues a few times before swirling it around. I engulfed his cock with my mouth and King Amir gave out a soft groan, "Goooood! You have come a long way, my child" Encouraged by his words, I began to suck him rhythmically.

I could feel his cock grow bigger in my mouth. King Amir breathed heavily, sighing deeply as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, my cheeks hollowing in and out. Satisfied with the pleasure I gave him, he told me to undress and kneel on the bed on all fours.

Using his rough hands, he tapped my inner thighs, signalling me to spread my legs wider as he arranged me for his pleasure. He used his fingers to probe my vagina until he felt it was sufficiently lubricated then he positioned himself for entry.

I braced myself for his thrust for I knew from the first experience he was a rough man. I felt his hand in my hair, twisting it until he had some sort of grip. Then, without warning, he yanked my hair as he penetrated me with his dick. I gave out a shocked yelp and I looked in the direction of my husband. Thankfully, he was still sound asleep.

King Amir went for long deep strokes and before long, as he did the first time around, he emptied himself inside my womb. I was shocked. What if he made me pregnant? Having satisfied his lust, King Amir withdrew himself from me.

"Clean me up", he commanded me. I reached for a towel but he slapped me with the back of his hand, "with your slutty mouth". Crawling towards him, I used my mouth to lick up the remnants of his seed as I begin to drip cum all over our matrimonial bed.

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Re: I Finally Cheated on My Wife... with Our Maid
 

great write up TS.

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Fantastic write up, more please.

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good story TS, shall wait here for more of it.

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Camping for more. Great story TS

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please share more ts, it's really nice.

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Great story here, camping here for more updates.

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Nicely written story. Continue please. :)

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By this time, I was spotting a raging hard-on. Wanda's story, coupled by her skillful, soft fingers drove me close to the edge of no return. I placed my hand over her smaller one, signalling to her to stop. She looked at me and smiled. I gave her a reassuring hug, "Everything will be ok now. You are in Singapore. We have laws here; you will be protected". Doesn't every proud Singaporean say this? As if we the only safest city in the whole universe? "Tell me more Wanda," I whispered into her as she lay on my chest, "I want to know more about you."

"No, later you angry to me," Wanda replied.

In a soft voice, I reassured her that I would never judge her. Her stories made me curious; if she were married to a rich family, why then was she now a maid here in Singapore? I knew of some of the land owners there being richer than professionals here. And maybe, after telling me the whole story, I could think of a way to help her get her revenge on her tormentors? Yes, I am also a 'White Knight' now, sticking my nose into other people's business. In actual fact, her stories turn me on and I was addicted to them.

King Amir would come and visit me whenever he had the urge and use me as his cum dump. Sometimes he would choose to cum on my face, my breasts, my back or any part of my body as he chooses. He says this is the way to mark his territory. Sometimes he also gives me pills to swallow before we have sex. He tells me this is good for a woman and I just take them.

I remember one particular night; it was the night of my husband's birthday when they threw a banquet as a celebration. Most of the more influential villagers were invited. As the wife, I was to be dressed for the occasion and seated next to my husband so that I could serve him.

The villagers seem to have noticed a change in me, from the time I married my husband and now - they see some difference in me. I know this by the way they look at me as I feed my husband, who because of his intellect, is oblivious to all that is happening around him. To him, this was a happy day because all his friends and family were here to celebrate his birthday.

Seeing him in high spirits, they all took turns to toast him to get him drunk. My mother-in-law who was present, tried to turn down a few drinks but my husband, wanting to prove he was now a 'big' man, kept drinking. Before long he was dead drunk.

My mother-in-law told the servants to help me to carry my drunk husband to our room and seeing that the 'Birthday Boy' was no longer at the table, there was no need for me to reappear at the banquet either; it wouldn't be proper. After laying my husband on the bed, the servants left. I locked the bedroom door and went into the connecting bathroom to wash up for the night.

As I was coming out of the bath, I heard a knock at the door. Fearing that it was Amir again, I turned off the lights and pretended to be asleep. As the door was locked, the only way Amir could get in was if he persistently knocked; there should still be guests outside and if they noticed him lurking around, questions would be asked. I doubt he would want to run that risk.

I was wrong.

The lock clicked and the bedroom door creaked opened. I heard the light switch being flicked on and then footsteps. Many footsteps.

"See? My son is already asleep. Drunk." the voice said. "Wanda, are you asleep? We saw you drink some wine just now and we want to make sure you are ok. Can you hear us child?" the voice continued, in a concerned tone.

It was definitely not Amir; it sounded like my father-in-law - a kind and soft-spoken man who left things to my mother-in-law. I sometimes wonder if he were henpecked but I didn't want to ruffle any feathers so I didn't ask or comment. Anyway, I come from a poor family. I 'married' into a rich family; it was not my place to question, just to listen and to carry out what was asked of me. Even so, I was too afraid to open my eyes to look and confirm my suspicions. I just kept my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.


Then a second voice rang out.

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Thanks for the update, camping here to find out who is the second voice.

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Interesting story TS, will be great if you will continue sharing it.

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please continue...:)

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waiting here for more of this really nice story, great share!

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cant wait for the next episode..

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nice story TS! hoping for more updates.

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Enjoy such nice story here, please continue writing.

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keep on sharing this story TS, it's really nice.

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Wanda looked at me, as if to get some reassurance from me that it was ok for her to proceed with her story. On one hand, I felt jealous that I wasn't the first man to have tasted her but the rational part of me reasoned with myself - had she not been put through all these ordeals, would she be as 'experienced' as she is now? A friend once told me that when you have been through the worst, you will appreciate it when have found the better things in life. In the case of Wanda, I had hoped that this was true.

Wanda continued her story:

I first met my father-in-law on the day of my marriage. Before that, I have heard stories of him being a very fierce man. But my impression of him changed. He was a quiet, soft-spoken Javanese man who left everything to Mother. Mother, on the other hand, was very strict and fierce. As I told you about the 'training' that she put me through. It was not easy as she had very high expectations of me. I am very afraid of her. While Father was out running the family business, Mother took care of all the household matters and I was expected to be able to handle housework even though we had our own servants.

I remember there was one time I broke some plates and Mother lashed out at me angrily. It was Father who intervened that I was spared a worse fate. But even though Father spoke out for me, Mother reminded him of her 'position' within the household and Father seemed to have accepted and he retired into his room. After so many months of training and all that talk about a woman must be able to satisfy her husband and bear many children, I never did hear Father and Mother make love at night. Again, I knew it was not my place to question so I did not pry.

"So, what happened that night?" I became impatient and interrupted Wanda. I came to realize that Indonesians do sometimes have the knack to beat about the bush a little or was it because that Singaporeans tend to be more impatient? I broke free of her embrace and sat up. "Who was the second voice? Was it Amir? Who was it?" I asked.

"Sayang marah saya?" Wanda thought I was getting angry with her. I checked my tone; I didn't want to spoil her mood and make her stop her story. Furthermore, I hope I could put in another round before we head back home; I didn't want to waste the time we had in this hotel room. But curiosity really got the better of me and at that juncture, I was almost willing to give up another round, just to hear the answer.

And surely enough, the answer came from her soft lips, "Ayahku..."

The second man in the room was her biological father.

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Interesting twist here, never expect the answer. More updates please.

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Looking forward to your next updates to this nice story TS.

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Surprised that second voice is her biological father, can't wait for more updates.

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will the father do it on her?..please continue...:D

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Men are perverse creatures; there is something about incest that excites us all. The very mention of her biological father in their matrimonial room sent another wave of excitement through my system and I felt another erection coming. I hung on to every single word she said as she described her feelings and her thoughts that night.

I felt a hand touching my shoulder. It felt rough, as if the hands belonged to a labourer; someone who worked with his hands. I was certain that the hands did not belong to my father-in-law. Who could it be?

“Wanda? Are you asleep?” he whispered in my ear. I froze. I recognized that voice; it belonged to my biological father. But why was he here?

As if he read my mind, my father spoke, “At least I know that Wanda is safe and happier here.” Tears begin to well up in my eyes and I was brought back to my childhood; my biological father had always doted on me. I remember him taking care of me during my formative years; he had always told me that I was destined for greater things so he didn’t allow me to help out in the fields. In a way he protected me from the harshness of growing up. While the other children in the village baked under the hot sun, I was ‘protected’. Although I was exempted from ‘hard labour’, I still had to help out at home, doing housework. My father probably cried his heart out the day I got married. Fighting back my tears, I continued to pretend to be asleep.

“You are contented just to know that she’s ‘safe and happier here’? Then you can leave right now,” my father-in-law challenged him, “You are here because you have always been curious how a tanned, mediocre-looking couple like your wife and you could produce a fair child like Wanda? You wanted to see how this diamond in the rough could be polished under my wife’s tutelage and sparkle?”

In a harsher tone that seemed to echo in the room and stab me in my heart, my father-in-law hissed, “You are a bastard, you always are. You are only here to take advantage of your drunk daughter and fuck her brains out!”

Not sure unless TS writes more.

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I suspect they gonna bang her in a threesome. TS make suspense only........:D

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Bro, you need to have power before you can “up” someone. You currently have 0 power.

Pls change the color to something readable......