My Pretty Wife - the Chinese Slut

Chapter 1

It was exactly six months after my wedding, and it was also my wife Linda’s 24^th birthday.

My name is James, I was 26 then, and I believed that I had the perfect life. I work in a government department in Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia, dealing with taxes on imports. I had a very easy desk job with a good boss, not a lot of stress, and very nice colleagues, and to be honest the job did not require a lot of effort because all I had to do was follow the regulations that the government had decided and apply them to the goods that should be taxed. I did get busy at times, but work had never overexerted me. In fact, I was able to spend part of my day surfing the net and surreptitiously reading porn. I was always careful not to download any images or videos, but stories could easily be disguised as the latest updates on tax regulations. My favourite stories involved a cheating wife or a wife who had a hidden slutty life, but this weakness was not one that I openly shared with others, not even with Linda.

Every day, I reached work before 9 am and by 4.15 pm I was usually at the train station waiting to get home. Government working hours were a big attraction of the job as 9 - 4 was infinitely better than the hours of jobs in the private sector.

Linda and I met when some mutual friends introduced us in university. We are both Chinese Malaysians, so we had a lot in common. Malaysia is a very racially diverse society with Malays, Chinese, Indians and several other ethnic groups making up the population mix. However, we all work together and we feel united by our Malaysian nationality. Linda and I got engaged just after she graduated by when I had already graduated and joined the tax department.

Linda had studied Computer Science at university, so it was not difficult for her to find a position at a start-up making a new lightweight hard drive using less energy and providing more storage than conventional drives. She was involved in testing new materials for properties that could be used to make the drives even smaller and more lightweight, but with greater storage capacity.

Until Linda graduated, we both continued to live with our parents, which naturally made our sex life a bit difficult. We managed to sneak away for a joint vacation from time to time, and about once a month, I paid for a few hours in a ‘Love Hotel.’ However, we always wanted more sex, but Linda never complained that we were not intimate enough. Like all young couples, we started searching for a flat when Linda graduated, and we found one that we liked and could afford the rent near to Subang Jaya station. This was perfect for my work as I could catch the LRT Kelana Jaya line to Masjid Jamek, which was only a short walk to my office in Pudu Sentral. It was also perfect for Linda’s work because she was able to catch the KMT Port Klang line to her office in the light industrial park at Kepong. So, as soon as possible, we arranged to get married and moved in to our first home together. My friends envied me for having achieved what many of them were still working on.

I had a good job, a beautiful wife who also had a good job in an interesting field, and I had even managed to rent a cheap flat right beside the train station. I felt like the luckiest man alive.

I was looking forward to celebrating Linda’s birthday along with our six-month wedding date, so I had planned for us to go for a dinner at a nice restaurant. However, Linda texted me in the middle of the day, saying that she had a deadline to meet and would not be home until late. She said that she was sorry and that she had been looking forward to us spending a nice romantic evening together, but she promised to make it up to me later. She closed the message with a line of kisses.

The start-up she worked for had just caught the eye of a private equity company, and they were working really hard to prove their worth to the potential investors. So, although I was disappointed at not being able to take Linda out for a romantic dinner, I decided to bring home a nice cake, flowers and a bottle of champagne, and wait for Linda to be done with her work before we celebrated at home instead of going to the restaurant where I cancelled my reservation.

However, being a romantic and newly-wed husband, I thought that I didn’t want to wait till she was finished with work. Linda might be really exhausted by the time she got home, and she always said that eating too late would put on weight that would be impossible to lose.

So, I decided to surprise her and bring the cake and a dozen red roses to her work. The flowers would show her how much I loved her, and the cake could be shared with her colleagues who would also be working late.

I had already returned home by early afternoon, so it was easy to visit a nearby AEON shopping Mall to collect the cake and flowers before taking a train to the industrial park where Linda worked. The company was located in an industrial building because, as a start-up, the owners were trying to keep costs low.

I had visited her work place a few times previously, so it was not difficult to arrive at her building. Outside the building, there were still several cars parked, so I was glad to see that Linda was not the only one who had to work late.

When I arrived at the front door, I could see that the lights were off and there did not appear to be anyone inside. Nevertheless, I rang the doorbell and waited but, as I expected, no one came to see who was ringing at that hour.

I did not give up, however. I could have phoned or texted Linda and asked her to come and open the door for me, but I wanted my visit to be a surprise, so I did neither. Instead, I walked around the building to the emergency exit, where many of the company’s smokers came out for a short break. From there, I knew that I could enter the building through the small pantry that was used to make tea and coffee for the warehouse staff.

Walking around the back, I saw the emergency door which was kept open by a brick. It was too bothersome to keep opening this door because it rang an alarm bell each time it was opened, so the smokers kept it open most of the time.

The ground outside the door was littered with cigarette butts and crumpled cigarette packets. There were even a few old, stained and dirty mattresses that appeared to have been dumped by some previous tenant. It looked like nobody had cleaned this area for a long time.

Pulling the door open wider, I entered a service corridor that led to the pantry. And from the pantry there was only one door that gave access to the warehouse. All was silent as I entered the service corridor, but almost as soon as I walked into the pantry, I heard a noise coming from the warehouse.

What I heard was a strangely familiar sound coming from behind the door leading to the warehouse.

Chapter 2

The sound that I could hear was being made by a woman moaning with pleasure as she was being fucked hard.

It sounded like someone was watching a porno video with the speaker on loud volume. I smiled to myself at the thought of catching the guy or guys red-handed. For sure, they would be so embarrassed at being caught.

So, I quietly turned the door handle to see if I could catch the culprit unawares. I opened the door a little to try to peek inside the warehouse and the moaning grew louder.

The moans were joined by the grunts of the man who was fucking the woman so hard that she had to let the world know how much she was enjoying being fucked. I shook my head in wonder at how well the woman was acting. She did not sound like the typical porno actress, but it really sounded as if she was enjoying being fucked.

But as I continued to listen, I suddenly had a terrible thought.

The moans sounded as if they came from my wife.

I froze and my legs felt weak. I could hardly breathe. “No,” I muttered to myself. “I must be wrong. That can’t be Linda.” But the moans sounded so familiar.

We had only been married for six months, and we had never been able to have as much sex as we wanted before that, so, we were making up for lost time in our new flat. We made love most days, and some weekends we didn’t get out of bed all day apart from grabbing a quick bowl of noodles and to go to the toilet to pee. One weekend, we made love 28 times from Friday night to Sunday night. I know because I counted. That’s how intense and satisfying our sex life was.

But now, my head started to fill with images of horrible things being done to Linda.

I pictured Linda being held captive and being raped or tortured by a colleague or a drug crazed intruder. I wanted to rush in and save my wife from whatever evil person was making her moan so loudly, but the moans stopped me.

The moans that I could hear did not seem to be moans of pain or anguish. Instead, they seemed to be moans of pleasure.

I was her husband, so I knew how she sounded when she moaned. If she had a bad period or a stomach ache or a headache, she would moan feebly and almost under her breath as if she did not want to disturb me and let me know that she was in pain. But she also moaned in pleasure when we made love and I penetrated her deeply. So, I was very familiar with what Linda sounded like when she moaned - and the moans I heard were not moans of pain.

These moans were of pure pleasure.

Pleasure that could only have been derived from the sensation of having a vagina stretched and filled by a hard cock.

Nothing opened Linda’s pussy lips like my hard cock spreading her open after she was well lubricated by my fingers and tongue in foreplay.

I had to see what was happening, but I dreaded to have confirmation of what I feared was happening.

I opened the door wider and stepped quietly into the warehouse. Immediately in front of me was a tall rack of shelving filled with boxes containing units ready to ship and also parts to make new drives. This meant that my view of the warehouse was obscured, so if I wanted to see I would have to move along the rack to near the end.

I was still holding the cake and roses, so without thinking, I put them down on an empty space on the rack. As if on auto-pilot, I walked slowly along behind the rack towards the source of the moaning.

In my mind, I was praying desperately that I was mistaken.

Maybe it was another girl and I had just mistaken her moans as Linda’s. But then I remembered that there were no other females working there. Even the receptionist was a teenage guy.

Maybe, just maybe it was a bored store man watching porn after work.

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