This Maid’s Lust Sex Story Fucking the maid happened when my husband and I moved to an area in South Sumatra. As a successful businessman, my husband opened a plantation in that area. Meanwhile, I left our two children at his grandmother’s place in Padang.
I live in this city and deliberately followed my husband. As a businessman, he wants me to accompany him so that he doesn’t bother going back and forth to Padang to see me. My first child is 6 years old and the second is 6 years old. Once a month I go home to see my two children.
In my house now I live with two maids. One is a woman, while the other is a man who is in charge of guarding the house and cleaning the car and garden in my house. The man’s name is Hardi. He was hired by my husband because robberies often occur in my area. The community is also still backward.
Mr. Hardi is highly respected by the people of this village. He is 52 years old. His body is very strong. Only one of his legs is lame due to fighting with robbers a few years ago. He managed to defeat the robbers. It’s just that one of his legs is paralyzed due to the machete.
Every week, my husband goes to the plantation for 12 days and spends the night at his base camp. So I am forced to live alone in this house with my two maids. My house in this village is far from other residential areas. It is no wonder that at night it is very quiet from noise. I am currently 29 years old and my husband is 31 years old. We used to go to college together.
My husband chose to become a businessman and he advised me to become a housewife, because all my living needs have been met by him. My husband is very understanding and loves me. Almost twice a week we always have sex which often makes me satisfied and orgasm. This makes me love him even more. Even though we already have two children, we are still affectionate and warm.
One time my husband was in Jakarta for a few days. I was forced to stay and be accompanied by my two maids. At that time I felt there was something different about my male maid. Mr. Hardi often stole glances at me. As his employer, I thought it was possible but over time I felt fed up too.
I understand, because as a normal man, Mr. Hardi certainly also has lust and desires, but I could not possibly have an affair with my maid. I do not want to betray my husband.
One time, when I was going to the market by driving my car, Mr. Hardi stole a glance at my chest, which at that time was quite low-cleaved. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end seeing his eyes staring at my chest.
My husband, because of his busyness, now rarely gives me spiritual sustenance. As a normal woman, I actually want it. At night, my husband began to always come home tired and in a hurry.
One day, my husband returned to the plantation. It took 4 hours to get there. That day it was raining with thunder, but my husband still went because he had something to arrange with the farmers on the plantation.
That night, I slept alone in my fairly spacious room. I couldn’t sleep. My passion was pounding. I became dizzy and tried to go out of the room to drink, in the hope that it would be able to reduce my passion.
Not yet, Ma’am. The show is good, he said again, lying on the floor.
Then I also sat on the carpeted floor to watch. At that time I was wearing a kimono to sleep.
Ma’am, when will you come home? It’s already late and you haven’t come home yet? said Mr. Hardi.
Tomorrow, Sir, I said, There’s important business at the plantation.
Oooo That was all that came out of his mouth.
Then he said, It’s too bad you live alone.
It’s night again, Aren’t you afraid, Ma’am?
Oooo.. No way, Sir, you have Father to look after you, I replied.
Dueeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!! There was the sound of thunder accompanied by rain and stormy winds. I was a little scared too, but I didn’t show it. I imagined that Hardi was raping me right now.. Ugh, scary, I thought. Then I went to my room
Where, Ma’am? asked Mr. Hardi.
I’ll go to bed first I replied.
Watch out, Ma’am. There’s a ghost! he said.
Husyyyyy, why is this man scaring me? I said.
That’s not it, Ma’am. You heard the sound yourself, he said again.
I was quiet and tried to listen. There was indeed a rustling sound, but it was unclear whether it was because of the rain or not. I felt scared and asked Mr. Hardi to accompany me.
Sir, can you sleep in my room… but on the floor, okay? I said.
Okay, Ma’am. He answered while standing up and turning off the television.
Mr. Hardi walked unsteadily, because his leg was indeed lame. He went into my room and I gave him a pillow. I slept on the big, empty bed.
My eyes wouldn’t close. I saw that Hardi hadn’t slept either. Then we talked about various things, from his work to his family in the village.
Ma’am, aren’t you cold tonight, he asked.
I thought this was an impolite question from a maid to her employer.
No, I said briefly.
Mr. Hardi, how about it? Do you want a blanket? I offered.
No need, Ma’am, he refused.
I got out of bed and sat on the floor near Hardi.
My eyes won’t sleep, Sir
Still scared, Ma’am? he asked while sitting near me.
Then his hand circled my shoulder. I was shocked and pushed it away.
No, Sir. I’m your wife, your boss? I said.
Sorry, Ma’am, he said again while distancing himself from me.
Moreover, the atmosphere at that time was very supportive.
A few moments after I refused, I was the one who pressed my body against his. At that time, Mr. Hardi was a little surprised but he quickly caught it. He put his arm around my shoulder again. This time I didn’t refuse. Some time later, I lay my head on his broad shoulder.
It was clear that Mr. Hardi was very happy to get that reality. Without having to say a word, he immediately understood the green light that I signaled to him. His hands then began to dare to guerrilla all over my body which was wrapped in a silk kimono.
Finally, I couldn’t do anything to refuse him when he took off my sleeping kimono one by one until I was not wearing a single thread.
That night I surrendered every cavity of my smooth white body to be kissed by my old maid. That night I accepted the power of the game that Mr. Hardi presented to my body. Willingly, that night I was fucked by Hardi. I also enjoyed every thrust of Mr. Hardi’s genitals moving inside my vagina.
My breasts were not spared from the touch of his rough hands. That cold night, made us together reach the ascent of passion. My body and Mr. Hardi’s body were both wet with sweat and mixed with each other.
I didn’t think about the wealth and face of the man who had sex with me that night. What I thought about was the physical satisfaction given by my maid. Even though his legs were disabled, he was very powerful stirring my vagina.
There was also a feeling of regret in my chest for betraying my husband and going astray by fucking my old maid. Until the morning, Mr. Hardi continued to stir my genitals with his long and big penis.
Since that incident, I have been trapped by the sex game given by Mr. Hardi. With just one code, he will know the meaning and my desires.
In the bed that I usually sleep with my husband, I surrender my honor as a wife to Mr. Hardi completely. Until now I still always do it with Hardi when my husband goes to Jakarta or to the plantation.
Moreover, the atmosphere at that time was very supportive.
A few moments after I refused, I was the one who pressed my body against his. At that time, Mr. Hardi was a little surprised but he quickly caught it. He put his arms around my shoulders again. This time I did not refuse. Some time later, I laid my head on his broad shoulder.
It was clear that Mr. Hardi was very happy to get that reality. Without having to say a word, he immediately understood the green light that I signaled to him. His hands then began to dare to guerrilla all over my body which was wrapped in a silk kimono.
Finally, I could not do anything to refuse him when he took off my sleeping kimono one by one until I was not wearing a single thread.
That night I surrendered every cavity of my white, smooth body to be kissed by my old maid. That night I accepted the power of the game that Mr. Hardi presented to my body. Willingly, that night I was fucked by Hardi. I also enjoyed every thrust of Mr. Hardi’s penis moving inside my vagina.
My breasts were not spared from the touch of his rough hands. That cold night, made us together reach the ascent of passion. My body and Mr. Hardi’s body were both wet with sweat and mixed with each other.
I didn’t think about the wealth and face of the man who had sex with me that night. What I thought about was the physical satisfaction given by my maid. Even though his legs were disabled, he was very powerful stirring my vagina.
There was also a feeling of regret in my chest for betraying my husband and going astray by fucking my old maid. Until the morning, Mr. Hardi continued to stir my vagina with his long and big penis.
Since that incident, I have been trapped by the sex game given by Mr. Hardi. With just a code, he will know the meaning and my desires.
On the bed that I usually sleep with my husband, I surrender my honor as a wife to Mr. Hardi completely. Until now, I still always do it together with Hardi when my husband goes to Jakarta or to the plantation.