Sex for my wife was only a means of procreation; she was brought up to believe that sex was not supposed to be enjoyable. So, after she gave birth to our son, intercourse was far and wide. Our lifestyle changed and sex was placed on the back burner. Even then, whenever I had the urge, she would either reject my advances, procrastinate or always “have something else more important to do”. Hearing my colleagues at work relate all their sexual exploits made me ever more frustrated. When my wife took ill and couldn’t do the housework anymore, we finally decided to engage a maid.
I guess you could say we were “desperate” for a domestic helper because between work and helping my son with his school work, not to mention laundry that was piling up. We needed help immediately so the better option was a “transfer maid”. Out of the many maids that were available, one of them stood out; her previous employer gave her an excellent testimony so choosing Sarwendah was a no brainer.
When I went to the maid agency to pick her up, I had the surprise of my life. What stood before me was different from the photo provided on the biodata.
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When I went to the maid agency to pick her up, I had the surprise of my life. What stood before me was different from the photo provided on the biodata.
The “real” Sarwendah looked so much younger than the photograph in her biodata. She lowered her head and smiled meekly at me.
“Kamu umur berapakah?”
I asked her her age as I couldn’t believe she was 25 years old, as stated in her biodata. She looked like a young Secondary 4 girl, with her petite body frame and her hair tied up in a ponytail.
The maid agent quickly chirped in,
“She really 25 lah! Biodata cannot anyhow put one. You know Singapore Gahment, everything law-by-law one.”
Sarwendah nodded at the agent’s comment. Not wanting to continue this charade, I accepted the answer at face value.
Wanda, as she likes to be called, being a “transfer maid” was already familiar with “Singaporean Lifestyle” so it didn’t take long for her to “assimilate” into our family. She was like the “younger sister” to my wife and the “older sister” to our son. During those days when my wife felt “up to it”, we would go out together and people would mistaken us for a family.
Wanda was a capable girl and we began to dote on this “new member” of our family more. My wife and I became more liberal especially with her daily necessities; we saw her more as a family member than as a maid. Instead of used hand-me-downs, we went to shopping centres to shop for her clothes. We didn’t splurge on her but we made sure she had “fresh” clothes.
I know I might come off as “cheapskate” but shopping for clothes for Wanda was relatively cheaper. You see, with her petite frame, she could fit into “kid-sized clothes” which were cheaper.
She was a simple girl when she first joined our family. Some would call her a Plain Jane but over the span of a few months,
she blossomed into a beautiful flower
.
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up you. hope you can complete the story
Thank you Bro
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I’ve long been a “silent reader”;
Though I am not an accomplished writer like Bro ilock
but I hope that I can write something that is worth reading.
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She was a simple girl when she first joined our family. Some would call her a Plain Jane but over the span of a few months,
she blossomed into a beautiful flower
.
As Wanda bloomed, my wife seemed to wither away until one day, she had to be admitted to the hospital. I made Wanda accompany my wife at the hospital while I made special arrangements at work so that I could fetch my son to-and-from school each day.
It was the weekend and I had dropped Wanda and our son at the hospital to be with my wife while I came home to grab some stuff. The flat felt empty; devoid of the warmth and laughter that I had been accustomed to.
As if I were searching for something, I went into each room, starting from the Master Bedroom, my son’s room and finally, Wanda’s room. Since settling her in, this was the first time I ventured into her room.
Something inside of me stirred.
I felt excitement building up inside of me as I “explored” my maid’s room. Something inside of me hoped to find something in her room. There should be something of interest to me. There must be!
I knew this was wrong; it was an invasion of privacy. What if Wanda found something amiss and complained about me?
“No, I am ’the man of the house’; I provide for this family. Everything inside this house belongs to me. I bought the clothes that Wanda wears every single day so technically those are my clothes so I am just checking on my own things.”
I kept “reminding” myself, giving me excuses to go through my maid’s belongings.
I opened her wardrobe and examined her clothes. After what seemed like an eternity, I opened the drawer containing her intimates. Jackpot! This was where she kept the pieces of fabric that covered the most precious parts of her nubile body.
There was a certain kind of “innocence” in her choice of underwear. It reminded me of the type that younger girls would wear. Perhaps she got these because they were cheaper? I don’t know because I never bought underwear for any women. And, because my wife viewed such things as “shameful”, she never did share any such information to me.
[Images used are for illustrative purposes and to add visuals and realism to the story]
I picked up a piece of her cotton panties and like a sick pervert, I began to sniff it. I took in the smell of detergent and downy fabric softener and I felt a tightness in my groin. Like an addict I put the whole panties to my nose and I breathed in as hard as I could.
"
These are Wanda’s panties
,"
I told myself as I envisioned my young maid doing the housework in nothing but her undies. Instinctively, I rubbed myself with my free hand.
What am I doing? Should I stop?
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"
These are Wanda’s panties
,"
I told myself as I envisioned my young maid doing the housework in nothing but her undies. Instinctively, I rubbed myself with my free hand.
What am I doing? Should I stop?
My dear readers, please do not judge me, for I am also a human with needs. After my wife took ill, the most I got to is a bit of
rubba-rubba
between the sheets. Many a times I contemplated visiting one of the FLs advertised in the other threads but as one of the bros put it, if you are scared, just avoid; there is no 100% foolproof way of preventing STDs.
They say men are like animals. They are right. By this time, I had subsonciously released my manhood from its confines and stroking it furiously while fantasizing about my young maid. No sooner had I started, I squirted my load all over the drawer.
As some of the bros here like to put it, in the heat of the moment, we let our “smaller head” do the thinking. And now that “the deed” is done, my “big head” is back in the helm.
Looking at the mess my “small head” had created, my “big head” seem to scream,
“What have you done?“
My semen was all over her underwear and the maid’s room now smelled of sex.
I started to panic.
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are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
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.
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Looking at the mess my “small head” had created, my “big head” seem to scream,
“What have you done?“
My semen was all over her underwear and the maid’s room now smelled of sex.
I started to panic.
Some of the bros here might get excited for “leaving their mark” all over the place but know this: it was my first time and boy was I frightened. What would you have done in a situation like this?
Before my brain could react, my phone rang. Apparently, my wife wanted me to buy some
kueh-kueh
as she was sick of the hospital food. I complied to her requests and quickly ended the call.
Then, I took some hand towels from the kitchen to clean up as much “evidence” as possible. In order to mask my “aroma”, I practically emptied my wife’s perfume into the room and I opened the windows and used the standing fan to air the place.
Clearly I was not thinking straight. My guilt set in and the phone call made me panic even more.
Hurriedly, I finished up with my “mop up” and made my way to Geylang Serai to buy my wife’s favourite
kueh
and I made my way to the hospital.
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Hurriedly, I finished up with my “mop up” and made my way to Geylang Serai to buy my wife’s favourite
kueh
and I made my way to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital ward, my wife was clearly unhappy. Sickness always makes people grumpy and she was even more upset because she couldn’t find Wanda and our boy.
“Where is that stupid girl?”
she complained,
“She was there and then, suddenly she’s gone! I’ve seen some of the men here looking cheekily at her. What if they chat her up and kidnap her? What if they sell our son away?”
Just as she started to drone on, as if my magic, my son came running towards us.
“See Kakak?”
Our son shouted animatedly,
“I told you it was daddy! I can sense my daddy when he’s nearby. I got psychic powers!”
Our son ran past me and practically jumped onto the bed and hugged his mother. My wife winced in pain but said nothing. But her pained expression didn’t escape my notice and I grabbed my son by the arm and forcefully dragged him away. I don’t know what had gotten over me at that moment but I wanted to smack that insensitive child there and then; couldn’t he see that his mother was in pain?
Just as I was about to let my anger get the better of me, Wanda stepped in between our son and I.
“No Sir, no angry. Ah Boy only happy to see you and ma’am,”
she pleaded for my son who was by this time confused at my sudden outburst.
The fragrance of Wanda’s shampooed hair filled my nostrils and I had an instant hard-on. Momentarily I softened my stance and let go of my son’s arm. Breaking free, he escaped to the other side of the bed and hid behind his mother. My wife turned her attention to our son and comforted the frightened child while I stood there rooted, wondering if Wanda felt my hardened member pressing against her?
Regaining my composure, I took a step back and put some distance between Wanda and I. Wanda lowered her head and gave a slight nod. Did she also blush? Was her nod acknowledging that she had “overstepped” her border by challenging me? Or did she feel my hard-on pressing against her soft tender body?
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Regaining my composure, I took a step back and put some distance between Wanda and I. Wanda lowered her head and gave a slight nod. Did she also blush? Was her nod acknowledging that she had “overstepped” her border by challenging me? Or did she feel my hard-on pressing against her soft tender body?
The rest of the day went by without much fanfare; the housemen made their rounds, the nurses came and left. Soon visiting hours were over and the announcements over PA system gently chased visitors home.
I forgot to mention that before the final stages of her sickness, my wife has been a proud staff of this hospital. Yes, my wife was a nurse and being a former staff at this hospital had its privileges. Her former colleagues who were on duty that day made it a point to drop by her bed to check if everything was ok?
Familiar faces dropped by her bedside. This transported me back to the days when I was still serving my National Service as a policeman; that was how I first met my wife. But I digress; that’s another story for another time.
When the three of us got home, I suddenly remembered the mess I made in the day. Wanda noticed it. Who wouldn’t? I practically dowsed the whole room with my wife’s perfume!
And for the uninitiated, sperm itself has a peculiar smell; when mixed with fragrances, it will sometimes give off a certain odour.
I tried to explain that I broke the bottle of my wife’s favourite perfume. Hence, the smell. Wanda smiled at me, seeming to accept my weak explanation.
“Sir, wangi. Saya suka”
she quipped, citing that she found the perfume fragrant and that she liked it. I made a mental note to buy a bottle from Mustafa’s and give to her.
Wait a minute! What’s happening to me? Why am I acting like a schoolboy having a schoolboy crush? Am I buying presents for the maid now? What’s happening to me?
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Wait a minute! What’s happening to me? Why am I acting like a schoolboy having a schoolboy crush? Am I buying presents for the maid now? What’s happening to me?
This is crazy. My wife is lying in the hospital but here I am in Mustafa buying fragrances for my domestic helper.
“It’s just a kind gesture”
I tried to reason with my conscience and justify my actions,
“MOM should give me a ‘Best Employer’ award. Straits Times should also come and interview me.”
I mused.
What was that MasterCard advertisement tagline again? “Priceless”? Well that was exactly what I experienced when I gave the bottle of perfume to Wanda. Her initial shock gave way to silent sobs. Turns out, this was the first time any man treated her nicely and my “kind gesture” had touched her.
Within moments, her sobbing broke into a cry and she buried herself in my chest. Instinctively, I put my arms around her and hugged her. I cradled her head while she emptied her tears into my chest.
That night she related to me how she was abused by her family; how they match-made (read: sold) her to the rich land owner’s retarded son in their village. Hearing her personal tragedy, my heart ached.