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

[diputs1269]

Nice and shiok story, please continue.

[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

This time around, she didn’t hold on to me. Instead she chose to walk behind me. As my original intent was clear and above board, I felt I need not overly explain myself. Furthermore, by doing so, won’t it make me appear more ‘guilty’?

Cautiously, Wanda followed me as we took the lift to the third floor.

Wanda appeared edgy in the lift. Not once did she want to be close to me and, maybe it was my character or my pride, I did not make any effort to try to get close to her or comfort her. It was not until we got to the restaurant that she finally seemed to calm down. “Indonesian food, ok?” I asked in the most nonchalant manner possible. Again, she nodded.

The waiter ushered us to our seats and I told her that everything was paid for and she just had to choose whatever she wanted to eat. Wanda hesitated as if she was unsure. Maybe she was afraid she would be made to pay for the extra items she had chosen or I would view her as some glutton. But then again, judging from her small frame, I guess the she can afford to put on some extra weight without appearing bloated.

I took her by the hand and guided her to the buffet spread. “Try not to eat too much rice and carbohydrates,” I told her. “Go for seafood and the more expensive stuff”, I said to her with a smile. To prove my point, I piled my plate with prawns and shellfish before putting some on her plate. Shyly, she nodded and smiled.

Normally when I go for a buffet, it would be all-out makan session for me but today I had a ‘guest’ and I wanted to go all out to make her feel happy. In my haste to promote ‘all you can eat’, I had already skipped the part of starting the meal with horderves. However, I made sure that the meal ended with dessert; I am sure that this was something that only the atas people do.

By the end of the meal, I could see that Wanda seemed impressed by the whole show but once I settled the bill, I could see that her sense of dread had returned and I could see that she was feeling jittery all over again. We were, after all, inside the Furama Riverfront Hotel.

[ml1138]

nice story, do continue please...

[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

By the end of the meal, I could see that Wanda seemed impressed by the whole show but once I settled the bill, I could see that her sense of dread had returned and I could see that she was feeling jittery all over again. We were, after all, inside the Furama Riverfront Hotel.

Expectantly, Wanda kept looking at me. Not wanting to ‘keep her in suspense’ and for fear that she would suddenly bolt and run off, I asked her what was lacking at home because we would be going to Great World City to do some grocery shopping.

I deliberately walked a bit faster to the car park to retrieve the car. Even though the balance on my Cash Card was low and I had intended to do a top-up, I decided against staying another moment longer in the hotel. I wanted to impress upon Wanda that I was not a lecher.

The ploy worked! By the time we reached Great World City, Wanda was back to her cheerful self. Grocery shopping played itself out as if we were a newly-wed couple, with me pushing the trolley and Wanda choosing household items. Something about the way she kept turning around to see if I was behind her made my heart skip a beat. Whenever she asked me for my opinion on some item, I would take the chance to stand closer to her. With her face so close to mine, I would say in a soft voice, “you decide”. To which she would shyly nod and then decide whether to buy or put the item back on the shelf.

As we walked out of the supermarket, she recalled the times when our whole family would go shopping together and how madam would always buy her nice, new clothes. I wondered if that was a hint for me to get her new clothes because I could think of a few pieces I would love to see her wearing.

Weighing my options, I decided against being a spoilsport. At this moment, I was experiencing the ‘joys of courtship’ with a young nubile girl. It won’t hurt for me to ‘pay’ her for her time. Besides, a friend once told me that when we buy clothes for a woman, it should something that we like to see her in (and take off) and not the other way around.

Instantly, I told her that I would love to get her new clothes. Guiding her away from the branded shops, I guided her to the shops where there were clothes I wanted her to wear. Of course, I didn’t tell her this. Neither did I tell her that I wasn’t prepared to spend my money on Zara for her.

We went boutique-hopping. I chose a few presentable pieces and asked her to try them out. Taking the articles from me, she disappeared into the changing room. As I stood there daydreaming about how Wanda would look in her ‘new clothes’, my handphone rang.

[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

We went boutique-hopping. I chose a few presentable pieces and asked her to try them out. Taking the articles from me, she disappeared into the changing room. As I stood there daydreaming about how Wanda would look in her ‘new clothes’, my handphone rang.

The handphone read “WANDA”

Why was she looking for me? Why did she have to call me when I was just there?

I looked in the direction the changing room and I saw her peek out of one of the cubicles. She didn’t seem like she wanted to come out. Instead, she beckoned me to come over which I hastily did. Did something happen?

When I reached her cubicle, I saw a young innocent girl standing in front of me. Were she not my maid, I would have mistaken her for an undergraduate. She seem to ooze with a certain innocent sex appeal.

“Ambil foto saya?” apparently she too loved what she saw and wanted me to take photos of her in that dress so that she could send them to her friends and family back home – what a wonderful life she had!

Positioning myself so that my reflection would not be caught in the mirror, I took some photographs of her using my phone. I marveled at my shots; I should have been a photographer. Once I had taken a few photos of her, she disappeared into the cubicle to change to the next outfit.

At that split second, I wanted to place my camera phone under the door to take a few shots of her changing. I could feel my member swell and stiffen. How I wish I could I could bang open the cubicle door, pin Wanda to the wall , pull her cotton panties down to her knee caps, impale her with my hardened manhood and bang her hard and fast until I release all my pent-up frustrations?

As if the heavens had an answer for me, the cubicle door opened.

[diputs1269]

Nice story getting exciting now, more updates please.

[wilson12]

Can't wait for more. Great write up with slow but exciting suspense.

[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

At that split second, I wanted to place my camera phone under the door to take a few shots of her changing. I could feel my member swell and stiffen. How I wish I could I could bang open the cubicle door, pin Wanda to the wall , pull her cotton panties down to her knee caps, impale her with my hardened manhood and bang her hard and fast until I release all my pent-up frustrations?

As if the heavens had an answer for me, the cubicle door opened.

Wanda emerged from the cubicle, dressed in her ‘own’ clothes. The salesgirl who was waiting nearby quickly came to serve her but was disappointed that Wanda didn’t want any of the clothes.

“Not nice ah? The size too big for you? Too small?” the sales staff asked, hoping to close the sales.

Personally I felt the dresses brought out a more mature side of Wanda; not suitable for ‘house use’ but definitely good to wear out for a date. Yet Wanda rejected all of them.

Not wanting to spoil the day, I told the sales girl I wanted all of them. Wanda’s eyes widened when she saw my gesture. Her eyes became watery but she shed no tear.

Not wanting to end the supposed ‘date’ abruptly, I told her I would show her around some of the more scenic places in the area so we drove around the west coast area.

It was sad that West Coast Park had became the site of reclaimed land; I had fond memories of dates there. Then I remembered there was good ol’ mount Faber just a stone’s throw away.

By the time we ascended Mount Faber, it was already dark. Hence, I had little resistance from her when I held her hand (on the pretext that it was dark). We strolled the park as lovers would and at the peak while pointing out the various Singapore landmarks, I slid my arms around her small tender waist and hugged her from behind.

Again I begin to stir. Perhaps she felt it this time as she readjusted herself, rubbing me in the process, making it even harder. Lust took over me and my hands started to roam all over her starting with her tummy. Sensing little resistance, I began to lick her neck whilst smelling her hair. Wow! Even after a day out, her hair still smelt fresh. Her perfume, however had mixed with her womanly scent, which turned me on further. I slid my hand beneath her top and made my way up to her bra. Feeling the contours of her bra, I started to wonder if this was the same bra that I ejaculated on some days ago?

[madpig88]

Sure hope TS will update more soon, this story is nice.

[ml1138]

eager to hear ts making his move...

[tianjin]

Thanks bro for the updates. Keep it coming pls.

[kimoshabe]

Nice update TS. Hoping to read more.

[maver1ck88]

waiting for updates!

[KnuckleDuster]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

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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This is may be a work of fiction so names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents
are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

So many holes u need to screw a maid in your house? Desperado siah

[NastyThaiboy]

this is a nice story!

setting up my tent here to wait for more of it.