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Wifey was puzzled but probably guessed that Boon Peng was sick or something. So she didn’t think much about it. The night went by a lot slower.
It was around 3am in the morning, when Wifey heard a familiar rumbling sound coming from the back of the store.

It was Guan. The oversized fat guy got off his bike and began to check his phone.

*Ring Ring* Wifey’s phone rang. It was an unknown number.

Wifey: Hello (Quitely)

Guan: Hi, Maria?

Wifey: Yes?

Guan: This is Guan. Boon Peng’s friend?

Wifey: Guan?

Guan: Ya Guan. Remember? I come to your shop before.

Wifey: Oh ya.. How you get my number?

Guan: Oh…. Boon Peng passed to me…. I’m behind the store. Can you come out for a while? It’s about Boon Peng…

Wifey: Oh… ok…

Wifey took her break and met up with Guan. He broke the news that Boon Peng had to fly to Hong Kong to take care of some ‘family matters’. Guan was also how long he was going to be ‘away’. But Boon Peng did pass his house keys to Guan, to ‘take care’ and ‘look after’ his house while he was away.

Wifey was shocked and confused about the news, and not knowing anything else to reply to Guan, she could only muster an ‘ok’.

Guan: So… how’s work today?

Wifey: Hur…. Erm.. ok lah, like that lor… abit slow…

Guan: I see.. ya…today I also slow…. Not many pick ups…

Guan then began some small talks, often breaking into small jokes but to no success. He also stole some glances at Wifey’s chest whenever she looked away.

Wifey: ok anyway… I got to go back… my break time over…
Wifey actually just wanted to get away from Guan, whose BO was starting to come out.

Guan: ah ya ya… ok… maybe see you next time?

Wifey: erm…. Ok… see how…

Next few days and nights, Guan started to make his moves. He began by dropping Wifey a ‘Good morning’ message. Then he started to share some funny clips and some memes.

Then at night he started to ask Wifey if she had dinner or supper. This went on for about a week. Wifey initially replied in simple short words or use emoji. She really wasn’t interested in the approaches coming from a over fat guy with BO.
But Guan seems dead set it seems. After a week, he got her to talking over the phone. Eventually, Wifey succumbed to his friendliness, and seems there was no other hidden intention by Guan.

She found out that even though Guan was doing odd jobs, he actually earned quite a fair bit of money. To the point that he can actually afford to buy himself a 1-bedder condo somewhere in the North. Besides his motorbike, he also has an Alphard that he uses to ferry some airport pick ups. Wifey reckon that he also had some other shady business at the side.

“Go for it!” I disturbed Wifey, knowing he still has distaste for Guan.

“Don’t want lah… he’s fat…. Like really fat” she replied.

“you had fat guys before what…” I said.

“no.. this one is really fat. And he stinks” Wifey was adamant.

Don’t know why, I was overcame with a sudden rush of excitement at the thought of my voluptuous wife being hard-bonked by a fat dude. It was like a new fetish that I wished upon ourselves.

“Maybe he has a fat dick? Maybe he is a better fucker than your manager?” I asked cheekily, to see her response.

“No lah… I think his dick will be small, like Japanese type or what”. Wifey said.

“You don’t get any ideas ah…” she warned me.

“But you think he’s funny mah” I said.

“Funny… I think he’s a nice man lah… but he’s too fat lah.. how to be seen with him” Wifey said.

We dropped the topic, but I began to hatch a plan. Day by day, I began to send Wifey porn links and clips that showed an uber fat dude bonking.

Wifey: Stop it lah. I know what you’re trying to do….

Me: haha… Its not bad what… see, got other fat dudes who can fuck damn well…..

Another day, sent her another clip, showing a busty girl getting fucked in a sitting doggie position by a fat guy. Another clip showing a fat guy ‘auditioning’ another girl before fucking her for her to ‘get a modelling job’.

Increasingly, Wifey got more and more open to the idea.

On the other hand, Guan kept up with his side of the hunt. He began to asked her out for quick lunch, which Wifey rejected (she don’t want to be seen with a fat fat guy).

Guan: Why not?

Wifey: Huh…. Don’t want lah.. outside lunch, always crowded and no air con…

Guan: Then how you lunch?

Wifey: I cook or I tapao lor… eat at home

Guan: Then I come eat at your home? (smiley)

Wifey: Eh cannot lah….

Guan: Or you come eat my house? Got air con also….

Wifey: Hmmm… Far leh, you’re in Punggol…

Guan: I can fetch you one…

Wifey: Hmmm….. see how….. maybe next week?

Guan persisted. He would drop by the store more regularly to catch Wifey on her breaks. Over the course of 1 month or so, Wifey seems to forget about Boon Peng.

Finally one night….

Guan: When are you off?

Wifey: Tomorrow night…. Why?

Guan: Bring you to my friend’s restaurant want?

Wifey: Er….

Guan: Come lah… her restaurant ok one. Not many people and she know me.

Wifey: (like no choice) ok ok.. What food?

Guan: Vietnamese. You got eat?

Wifey: Ya got ah.

Guan: Dinner you ok? Maybe 8pm?

Wifey: Erm ok lor.
Wifey: you pick me is it?

Guan: Ya can can.

Wifey: Motor or?

Guan: Car lah….

Wifey: Ok…

“What should I wear?” Wifey asked me.